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mikkomacko · 4 years ago

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Dear Daisy 5

Daisy never realized how big the house is until Harry's not there. Without his large personality sitting at the table, or his lanky legs kicked up on the coffee table while he works, or his broad body moving around the kitchen, Daisy feels like she's living in an empty palace. It's gotten to the point that she hates being at the house, but going to visit her family is just as depressing with them now crying over Sterling's departure. Her father's taken up more work with Thomas, hoping to make up for the usual revenue Sterling brings into the family. It's not much seeing as most of her brother's earnings goes into his personal savings so he can afford to marry Stella and take care of her. Daisy tried spending time with her future sister too, but that ended up being even more depressing then staring at Harry's empty couch cushion. So she goes on walks now. She's been putting off walking through the park because it reminds her of Harry now, and she stays as far away from the beach as possible. That really only leaves the town for her to walk through, but she likes the shops so she doesn't mind. She hardly buys anything, but the browsing keeps her mind off of Harry and how much she misses him and if he's okay. Her favorite shop to go in is the local bakery, owned a ran by a man named Robin and his kids. It's nice to sit at one of the tables, picking at a scone or mini pie and watch Robin teach his son's to roll out dough correctly and cut shapes into the pies. The three men are always so happy and carefree, and the feeling rubs off on her after sitting there for a bit.

Today, however, is different.

The bell above the door chimes as she pushes it open, stepping into the little shop and expecting a smile from Richard who's usually behind the counter. He's not there today, and walking up to the counter she realizes that Sam isn't either. It's just Robin, lips drooping down in the corners as he dusts some flower onto his apron. Daisy's smile falls, confused by the unusual gloomy mood in the bakery.

"Oh, hello Daisy." Robin greets when he notices her, offering her a pathetic smile. Daisy rests her elbows on the counter, holding her chin up.

"Is everything okay Robin?"

The man shrugs, shaking his head with a sad chuckle. "My boys left today," he mumbles, "one of them to the Poland, the other Germany."

Her heart falls to her stomach, and she thinks of Harry again. She's so worried knowing he's in France, she can't imagine how upsetting it'd be if he were sent to the front lines. "I'm sorry," she sympathizes, pausing a brief second before deciding what the hell, "my fiance shipped out a few weeks ago."

Robin looks up, a bit surprised as he moves to stand across from her. "Mr. Styles was called out?"

She shifts uncomfortably, scratching her fingernail across the wooden counter to keep her mind off of the war as much as possible. "To France for training and then assignment. I haven't gotten a letter yet informing me of where he's heading afterwards."

One of Robin's hands move over the counter, patting the top of Daisy's comfortingly. "It's tough, but I can't think of a greater man than Harry Styles fighting."

Daisy pauses, looking up at him curiously. She's never heard anyone say anything remotely kind about Harry before. He's always whispered about, gossiped about, but they're all tells of his rudeness or his harsh words. Daisy, having been privy to both, never really questioned anyone's dislike for Harry. But she'll definitely question their compliments for him.

"You know Harry really well?"

Robin nods, moving to untie his apron. "Grew up with his father. When he passed away I tried to keep an eye on Harryand Gemma. Of course that uncle of his stepped in, tried to raise Harry to be a prick like him-" Daisy giggles, never having heard Robin curse, "but good always beats bad."

He hangs his apron up, reaching under the counter for a small basket of oatmeal cookies. He places them on the counter in front of Daisy. "Free of charge, for Harry." He says, smiling softly. Daisy watches him for a moment, thinking that Robin must be a great father. He's kind, compassionate, but also tough. And judging by the two boys she's met in here before, he knows how to raise a good son. It's then that she realizes he's the only one running the bakery now, and while rations for the war have started, bread is always in demand. He'll be getting busy, busier than usual, and he might need help.

"Mr. Robin," she murmurs carefully, waiting for him to look at her expectantly, "if you'd like company or help around the shop while you're boys are away, I'd be happy to do so. Don't have to pay me or anything, I'd just like to get out of the empty house."

Robin's smile is warm and grateful, and he looks around the kitchen as if trying to picture Daisy back there helping him. Finally, he nods. "I'd love to have you Daisy, and I'd be happy to let you take home the tips for the day."

"No that's-"

"It's the least I could do," Robin interrupts, "owe it to Harry and his father."

She knows by the firmness of his voice that there's no room for arguing, and she knows tips aren't very much right now anyway so she won't feel bad for taking money from him. Plus the holidays are coming up, and she'd really like to get gifts from everyone without having to use Harry's money. It doesn't feel right to use it without him there, but then again, nothing really feels right while he's gone anyway.

Dear Daisy,

My training has been completed and I've received my assignment. Luckily for us, I'm staying in France, patrolling Paris in case Germany attacks. I'm sorry I didn't write sooner, it was difficult to find time during the first couple weeks, but you should know that not a day has gone by where I haven't thought of you. I ache for you, long for you so much it makes me dizzy. Patrolling Paris is wonderful, I've been here a few times, but I can't help but find you on ever corner. In the flower shops, laying among the soft petals. In the warmth of the bakeries and restaurant, beckoning me. Swirling in the air around me, shining in the stars above me. It's not the first city I've found you in and I'm certain it won't be the last.

I know I have so much to say to you. Secrets and truths that have been on the tip of my tongue since the night we met, pleading to be told. Oh how desperate I was on our last night together, aching to tell you everything. Again, I'm sorry, for I'm making you wait. I know you hate me, enough to cry for me, enough to marry me. I was once told my parents hated each other as well, and I had never seen love like theirs.

I hope you're staying warm as the days get colder, maybe planting vegetables in your garden in the back. Pumpkins grow well against the wall of the house and my mum has a wonderful pumpkin soup recipe. I'll dream of you tonight, and maybe every night, in our kitchen with the pretty blue apron around your hips, filling our house with a warmth only you could bring. My radio playing in the background, I'll wish to be sat there with you, argue over how you under-cooked the pumpkin just because I like the color of your pink cheeks when we fight.

Stay safe for me Daisy for I need a home to come home to.

-The Harry Styles x

Cold winds come with fall, blowing into the bakery every time the door is even slightly cracked. Daisy's lucky enough to be on oven duty, staying warm in the back while Robin works the counter. She's been working with him for almost a month now, finally skilled enough to help decorate the Halloween cookies and package them. Robin does most of the baking, but she always helps, and every time she finds a recipe of interest he goes out of his way to teach her to make it. Daisy finds working at the bakery to be quite wonderful. It's a good way to spend her time and she's never been good at cooking despite her mother's hard efforts to teach her. Meredith isn't much of a baker either so Daisy never learned that growing up either. It's exciting, working here. Like she's got a new hidden talent or secret that only her and Robin know.

It's only a matter of time before her mother or Summer starts questioning what she's been doing during the days, and she's dreading having to answer. Some may it find it silly but if she tells them about her new hobby she's afraid it'll lose its appeal. When she's here, everything is simple. She bakes and laughs with Robin, forgetting that men are fighting a few countries over. And if she's feeling particularly lonely, she can imagine that Harry's just at work, that she'll finish her goodies for the day and take them home in a box wrapped with pretty ribbon, body flushing when her husband praises her.

Even if it makes going home even more disappointing, Daisy will enjoy her time in the bakery. She's nearly curling the ribbon on a package of croissants for the girl on the other side of the counter when Robin says he's going to take the trash out back real quick. They were starting to close up when the lady came in, a Mrs. Weathers as Robin had greeted her, and he instructed y/n to quickly wrap her order. She carries the package over, smiling politely at Mrs. Weathers and charging her.

"You're Mr. Styles' fiancee aren't you?" She asks, counting out the coins in her purse. Her green eyes look Daisy up and down (as much as possible with the counter between them) but she looks more curious than judging.

"Yes ma'am."

Mrs. Weathers hums, accepting her change from Daisy. "Never thought I'd see the day he'd find a wife." Her tone is amused, mixed with a little bit of surprise, and her eyes shine at Daisy with a newfound respect.

"Why's that?" Daisy questions. She knows Harry's not well liked. He's not really liked at all, but everyone has their person. Maybe she's not Harry's person but her family made it so she is. And it turned out to be better than expected. So maybe she actually is his person and she never knew.

"I had a bit of a crush on him myself a few years ago." Mrs. Weathers admits, looking sheepish. "Tried to talk to him on the beach once, maybe get him to take me on a date in that pretty car of his. Barely spoke to me though. Ignored my flirting, even went as far as telling me I was desperate." Daisy cringes at the word. Harry used to hint at her being desperate too, but he never outright said it to her. If he had she thinks she would've hit him.

"I'm sorry," she apologizes, feeling the need to make up for Harry's rudeness. "He's got a sharp tongue and an ego big enough to keep his mouth flapping."

Mrs. Weathers laughs, waving her hand. "Don't apologize! It hurt at the time but I'm grateful he's the way he is. I probably would've married him and that would be awful. My husband Terry is the greatest love I've ever known."

Daisy smiles at the dreamy look in Mrs. Weathers eyes, but her chest aches for Harry. He may be rough on the edges, but she knows deep down he's sweet. He has a reason for all his actions, and maybe that's why he's terrible to everyone. A sort of test, wanting to see who cares enough to stick around. Or it could just be him knowing what he wants and being careless. Either way she's proud, knowing she was the one to turn him.

"It just takes him a bit to warm up." Daisy defends, "But I'm the lucky one that stuck around, I suppose."

Mrs. Weathers chuckles, picking up the package and nestling it in the crook of her elbow. "If you say so." She hums, adjusting her scarf and then she's heading out into the chilly air. Daisy stares at the door for a moment, thinking that Harry's actually a lot kinder than Mrs. Weathers and any other person that something bad to say about him.

Daisy's crouched on the lowest porch step, fingers begin to burn as she lights the last of the Jack-O-lanters her and Summer had carved yesterday. Harry had been right about the pumpkins, she grew so many that they were able to save two for soup, leave three on the steps here, and take two back to Summer's house.

Tossing the match to the side, Daisy watches the candle flicker through it's smile. She can't help but notice that this particular face has the same little bunny teeth as Harry, even if it's big smile is nothing like Harry's. Her heart sinks, eyes stinging as she pathetically imagines him. Not exactly sure how long she watches the flame dance, wishing it were Harry's eyes in front of her, she practically jumps out of skin when two hands jab her shoulders. "Boo!"

She almost falls off the porch steps as she leaps to her full height, the hands of Gemma being the one thing to steady her. "You scared me." Daisy says sheepishly, holding a hand to her racing heart.

"That was the point," Gemma teases, "it's Halloween." Her eyes look over Daisy, smiling falling. "And you're not dressed up at all."

Blushing, Daisy picks at the bow around her waist. "I was gonna be a kitten but I haven't had time to draw my nose and whiskers on. What are you?"

Gemma adjust the sleeves of the button up, tugging down the too-small sweater vest and holding her arms open. Her hip pops out sassily, "I'm Harry!" Daisy examines her again, realizing she's wearing her version of the outfit they mocked Harry about when wedding shopping. "I figured you could use a little Harry today, and I'm as close as it gets right now."

Daisy's glad she hadn't done her makeup yet, because Gemma's words send her to tears.

Dear Harry,

I've never been to Paris but I can't help but find comfort in the city knowing you're there. I'm sure it's not exactly what you were expecting for assignment; you've always been a front line man, but I'm grateful the universe is on my side this time.

I grew pumpkins like you suggested and your mother made the best soup for us after Halloween. I wish you could have been at the house with me. A girl came dressed up as a fighter pilot and I thought of how much you'd enjoy that. Gemma came over to hand out candy and stay the night, which was nice. The house is to big without you in it, but for some reason it made me miss you more.

While your secrets make me nervous, I respect your choice to wait to spill them. At first it drove me mad and I spent days like a tornado in the house. I've found a distraction though, one I think you'll be proud of. An old friend of you father's, Robin, has been teaching me to bake. His son's shipped out as well and we've found company in each other's presence. I don't like cooking, as you very much know, but I really enjoy baking. Maybe one day that'll be our routine. You'll come back from the war, safe and sound, and I'll bake lots of desserts for us to devour while you cook our meals. And of course your radio will be on, and maybe I'll make you dance with me. I happen to be a very good dancer when you're my partner, and no matter how much I try to fight it, you'll always be my greatest partner.

Stay safe for me Harry or I'll have no husband to bake for. With all my heart, Daisy o

Rain pelts against her umbrella, ice cold in the November air. It far too late for her to be out here, but at least it's a nice neighborhood. Not as nice as Harry's or Thomas', but still better than the one she grew up in. She doesn't dwell on that thought too long though, because she's still trying to figure out why she came here. Shivering, the red door stares back at her tear filled eyes, daring her to step forward and knock. She wants to, she really does. Wants to go inside, sit next to the wood burning stove she'd sat by with Harry that one time he brought her here. Maybe drink some tea. Maybe wrap a blanket around her frame and cry. It felt too empty to cry in their house. Her sobs echoed and rattled, reminding her she was alone.

Still in her pajamas, she'd thrown on one of Harry's peacoats and grabbed the umbrella from the coat closet, running through two streets worth of puddles. Her soaked socks remind her of that.

Sniffling, Daisy wipes her eyes with the cuffs of the coat, finally stepping onto the welcome mat. Inhaling shakily, she knocks before she can duck out and spend all night crying in the street. Harry would be so upset with her if he found out she was even out right now. He told her not to worry, yet here she was.

It takes minute for the door to be answered, lights flicking on upstairs, and then on the staircase, and then in the living room. Daisy wills herself to calm down, bouncing anxiously as the door swings open.

"Daisy?"

Anne has wrapped her robe around her nightgown, rollers mussed in her hair, and eyes bleary but her eyes widen when she meets Daisy's red rimmed ones. "Oh dear, come in! Get out of the rain!"

She waves her in, Daisy's umbrella dripping water on the rug as she closes it and places it in the rack. Anne shuts and locks the door behind her, immediately reaching to help Daisy out of her son's coat. "I'm sorry," Daisy mumbles, shaking off the damp fabric. Helpless, she watches Anne hang it by the door, bottom lip trembling with surpressed cries.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" Anne coos gently, reaching forward to push back her wet hair. Daisy crumbles under the affection, chest aching so bad she thinks it might crack open to reveal her longing heart to the cruel world. "Are you hurt?"

She shakes her head, finally breaking down. Her body shakes against Anne, shoulders hunching as her mother-in-law wraps her arms around Daisy. Anne shushes her, rubbing her hand in soothing circles over her back. "It's okay darling. You can talk to me."

Somehow, Daisy manages to choke out the one thought swirling through her brain. "I miss him so much." It's simple, but the words make her cry even more after finally admitting it. She didn't realize how much she enjoyed being around Harry, how much better he made her days. Being without him is like missing the broth in the soup, the flour in a loaf of bread, the roots of a plant. Nothing feels right and she hates it.

"Oh darling, I know." Anne coos, stroking her soggy hair tenderly. Daisy feels small in her arms, cradled like a girl as small as Kitty even though her feet are on the ground and not around Anne's waist. She thinks back on when she wishes she were as tiny as her sister, innocent to this kind of hurt, and she can't help but think this night was born out of that wish. Maybe the universe started a war, drafted the one boy she may one day love, just because she was being sad and petty. It's stupid, Hitler's not invading previous German land because she wished to be little again. But it does feel nice to have Anne hold her, tell her she understands. All Meredith’s ever done is tell her to grow up, act her age, learn to cook, get married, have kids. Everything she always felt like she could never do.

“He’s really irritating but I want him back.” Daisy murmurs around trembling breaths, beginning to calm down. Anne laughs, whispering an agreement before pulling back enough to see her face. She strokes her cheeks tenderly, motherly.

“Let’s her you dry clothes and a cup of tea, yeah?” Daisy nods shyly, letting Anne guide her up the stairs and into a random bedroom. She digs through the dresser, pulling out a cotton tee and striped pajama bottoms. The same pajama bottoms Harry owns multiple pairs of. “These were his favorites as a boy. Don’t fit him now but I can’t get rid of them.”

Daisy changes into them in the bathroom, recognizing the scent of Harry immediate. He still smells the same today but more manly. Maybe it's that nice cologne he wears that makes him smell older, more mature. But his teen scent is comforting too. The two of them, feeling small but together. It makes her ache a bit more, but she smiles at it. Maybe Harry's thinking about her, smirking as he fall asleep and imagining her crying. Soulmates maybe, reaching out to jab at her throbbing heart. It's a very Harry thing to do, she thinks.

And she continues to think of him when she crawls into his childhood bed, an old record player playing an album he loved as a kid, with her mug of tea on his old nightstand. Buried in his sheets, it almost feels like he's there too. That's how it should be, husband and wife, buried next to each other forever.

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Mandalorian x Reader Imagines

Okay so I’m in love with the strong and silent vibes that mando gives off and I’ve gotta let off some steam so here are some imagines about him that may or may not be NSFW and fluffy.

Length: idk homie I don’t got exact numbers but it’s gonna be pretty long it’s almost like a basic fanfic that just divided up into points

Warnings: NSFW, 18+

He saved you from being a slave to one of the bounties that he had and offered to take you someplace safe

You couldn’t think of anywhere that you felt truly at home (you had never had one because you were born into slavery) so you told him that you had no home

He offered you a job on his ship instead and you gladly took it

At first you didn’t understand that you could use the money that he payed you with and that you could own your own things so initially you saved almost all of it

He notices and asks you what you plan to do with your savings, thinking that maybe you’re trying to buy something massive that you don’t need to

“Mmm I’m not sure. Maybe a nice new outfit? Do you think this would be enough?”

“Er-*ahem*-I think you have more than enough y/n”

Mando slowly starts to fall for you and is having a hard time not showing it

You two have a lot of alone time being the only two humans on the ship, besides baby yoda

He gets turned on when you dress in very flowy and showy dresses, you never got to before so you wear them almost all the time now

Sometimes your butt is too much for him

One time, during summer on tattooine he was tracking down a bounty and you and his child were waiting in the ship for him, but it just got too hot in there so you decided to strip down to the bare minimum and walked around in just a tshirt and panties (his shirt)

He got back sooner than you thought he would and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you, but he wasn’t the only one, his child was also standing in the doorway watching both of you

“Okay I’m gonna need you two to get out”

“You tw-? HEY NO get out of here she’s not for you to stare at-!”

“Mando, you need to take your own advice!”

He has a hard time being around you since that, and you have a hard time being around him

“Hey y/n, sorry if you felt uncomfortable I shouldn’t of-“

“No mando... you’re completely fine. It was my fault. Don’t blame yourself for anything.”

You wanted to tell him that really you loved that he wanted to see you but you had only known him for a couple months

Soon enough he caught the bounty and he was on the hunt for another job. This one was on hoth

So now you were just plain cold

He felt bad that you and the baby were both so cold all the time and insisted that all three of you sleep in the same room to hopefully heat each other up

“Okay fine, I can just sleep on the floor next to your child and-“

“absolutely not. You’re sleeping in a bed.”

“But mando I don’t want to-“

“This is the way”

He pulled that shit on you all the time

You tucked in for the night but both you and his baby must’ve been on the same page because him sleeping on the ground just didn’t feel right. He was the one who did all the work to keep you two safe and happy. He should be in a comfortable bed.

“Pst- mando, come get in bed with me”

“...what?”

“You heard me, come get comfy instead of being on that cold floor.”

He tries to keep his distance from you when he’s laying next to you but you’re doing your best to get closer and closer to him, plus it is warmer when he’s next to you

He eventually succumbs to your efforts and allows you to lay right next to him

As you two are sleeping, you somehow get tangled up together

He wakes up with his arms wrapped around you and you’re laying on his chest

He doesn’t move though

He’s never been this comfortable in all his life, so he’s staying like this as long as you’ll allow it

And you definitely allow it

This continues for the next few nights, but during the day you two have a hard time acting on your feelings still

But you’ve become impatient, you’ve lived all your life without a boyfriend up to this point and you deserve love and comfort dammit

So you make the first move

Baby yoda seems to sense this as decides he wants in on your plan and you know this because he won’t leave you to your own unless you tell him what you’re gonna do with mando

“Listen, I’m just gonna flirt with him a little! I’m not gonna break his heart or steal his money or his ship I promise baby, I promise”

Baby yoda trusts you, so that means mando does too

The next time he returns he has the bounty with him and this one is nasty

“OoooHhoooo mando is that your bitch? She sure is a hot one! ...Hey baby, what’s your pussy like huh? Is it deep? HAHHHAAA”

Mando beats the shit out of him to the point where’s he’s barely holding onto consciousness

“ YOURE LUCKY I DONT KILL YOU” he screams at the bounty “ANOTHER WORD AND I WILL”

Baby yoda and you run up to the cockpit to get away from the situation. You hold him in your arms and kiss his forehead to comfort him while you tell him it will be okay. Neither one of you have seen him this emotionally mad before. Usually he’s very steely with his emotions.

When he’s calmed down, he finds you with little tears in your eyes, but baby yoda is sound asleep in your lap as you continue to stroke his little head

Mando takes him from you and places him in his bed to sleep, then he sits down across from you and suddenly decides to take his helmet off

“Wait-wait if you do that you can’t undo it”

“I know what I’m doing”

He takes it fully off and you can’t believe what you’re seeing. He’s so handsome, but the look in his eyes right now is still reflecting what just happened. He quickly sees how scared you are if that right now and calms himself down even more. He softens his expression to match what he’s feeling right in his heart.

“Y/n, I love you. I have never trusted someone or wanted to be with someone more than you.”

This completely overwhelms you. You know that everything he says is 100% honesty

“I love you to and I will never want anything more than this life with you.”

You move over to his chair and sit in his lap. He moves his arms to hold you where you sit as both of you lock lips

Baby yoda has awoken and he is thrilled by what he sees

*happy baby sounds*

“Go back to sleep” mando says, but you’re laughing and smiling right back at his baby

“He’s your baby, of course he’s glad to see you happy!” You laugh

When baby yoda does fall asleep (and stays asleep) you two decide to try a little more than kissing

“Hey, can I just say, you are so handsome it’s almost a crime that that face was hidden from the world all these years.”

“It’s a crime that you, all of you, was hidden all those years.”

He slowly takes your dress off and starts immediately on your boobs

They’re so nice and he’s never experienced anything like this before so he’s a little nervous, but he’ll figure it out. You guide his hands and mouth to where it feels best.

And ohhhh does he figure it out

After a couple more nights of this, he’s become an expert almost and he can’t seem to keep his hands off

“Mmmm baby you’re getting handsy”

“Sorry, trying to make up for lost time”

He has quite the package, which you aren’t surprised by for some reason.

He likes best when you deepthroat and bounce on him. You do usually do this because it’s not so much work for him after a long day.

One day baby yoda caught you two and mando had to explain that he was - just trying to- erm- help you look for something

Baby yoda just shrugs it off and forgets what he saw as soon as he sees his favorite little knob again

Mando doesn’t want to cum in you, he doesn’t have any condoms and neither do you, but sometimes he can’t help what his body decides to do when

So eventually you do get pregnant

But you don’t start to really notice that somethings up until a couple months in, about three

You catch him alone in the cockpit one day

“Baby I need to talk to you”

“Yes?”

“...I think I’m pregnant”

He’s not sure how to feel, but you don’t blame him, neither are you.

You never thought you’d be a mommy, at least not to your own baby

You both go straight to get you tested and your health checked and it turns out you are pregnant, but it gets even better, it’s twins.

Mando gives a look for the ages and you can’t help but laugh to relieve some nerves

It’s gonna be crazy when the ship goes from having three people on it to five

Mando is rethinking living on the ship with you and baby yoda, and now babies, but how else is he supposed to keep baby yoda safe?

You tell him that you’re okay with living in the ship with the babies as long as you can get all the supplies and space you need

He immediately gets to work on fixing up the ship and making more room and getting more money by selling and taking on more bounties

He doesn’t like leaving you alone anymore and insists that you carry a weapon at all times

Also, the only droids allowed are nurse droids

You’re more than excited to welcome yours and mando’s babies into the world

#the mandalorian #mandalorian x reader #mandalorian x you #mandalorian imagine #mandalorian smut

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chibi-pix · 5 years ago

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VLD AU - Storms and Sleepovers

@rueitae, you truly do inspire. Thank you very much.

No picture this time, I just straight-up started to type and didn’t start typing. So! Enjoy a 2,500 story of happiness and fluff of our giant, curious mermaid, Pidge, and our ever so adventurous Lance as they enjoy their time together.

Due to the length, I’ll put it down in the “keep reading” part.

Technology, as amazing as it was, was not perfect. Mistakes were still made, especially when it came to meteorology. Sometimes a storm would come up that the radars didn’t predict, but that was nature for you. It was oftentimes unpredictable and frightening. But ancients be damned, it was beautiful. And Lance learned that on one particular night.

Lance, more often than not, did tell when he was going out on a boat, especially alone. And, as always, he was reminded to keep his radio on. There was one thing, though, he didn’t tell most; he wasn’t always with the boat since he loved going swimming with Pidge, the giant mermaid who has eluded all attempts to track her.

Lance wanted to give her a gift. It wasn’t too big, not quite two feet long when finished, but he thought it’d be nice to work on it around her and put it someplace so she could always see it. Keith had once told him to sink a ship or a plane for her; the scary part was that Lance didn’t know if his cryptid loving, conspiracy theorist of a friend was joking or not. Hunk had suggested singing to her since he could sing rather well and Pidge loved music, if her own singing and humming was something to go by; it was cute, but Lance wanted something more permanent. So, he selected a model ship to build.

Lance sailed out on his own little boat, The Guardian of the Sea. Cliche, but he thought it was a cute name for the boat his uncle gifted him. It had a motor to help with movement, but it also had a sail, perfect when you want to just rely on the wind. Lance used the sails, captaining his own little boat out to an area ships typically didn’t pass through, so he knew no one would question it being without a captain.

“Pidge? Pidge!” he called out.

Pidge didn’t take long to resurface, the movement pushing the boat back some until she put her tail up, keeping it from drifting too far. “Hello, Lance!” she sang out. She watched as Lance triggered the electronic anchor, a device used to influence gravitational pulls to keep a ship from drifting. It was quite a design and perfect, no more dropping heavy anchors and risking hurting someone, aquatic life or diving humans, and no needing to use motors or anything to bring it back up. Plus, should a ship need to stop in an emergency, they were perfect to help slow it down quickly and safely enough. Ah, the joy of evolving technology.

And yet AARC’s technology still have not discovered Pidge or her hideaway.

“Hey there, Pidge.” Lance greeted, smiling brightly.

“Did you come to hang out?” Pidge inquired. “Did you want to see the collection again?” She could tell when Lance was ready to dive; he sported his dive suit and had the goggles on his head; that typically meant he was going into the water.

“Well, I’d like to go down, but I have something for you.” Lance procured the box, wrapped in a bio-degradable plastic. “It’s small, but… it’s a model of an old ship. I’d like to put it together in the cave and find a place for it.”

Pidge’s eyes widened, excitement sparkling in her greenish gaze. She then held out a hand, prompting Lance to get on. Lance grabbed his mask and put it on, making sure it was working. He slipped his goggles over his eyes and then stepped onto Pidge’s hand, his feet hitting the webbing between her fingers. The first time he did this, he was afraid of tearing the webbing, but it was definitely durable compared to an awkward and lanky teen. He then nodded and Pidge cupped her other hand over him before diving down.

In most cases, Lance would hold onto her hair and go with her, but sometimes she just held him in her hands, especially if they were moving quickly. When Pidge emerged in the cavern, reaching the air pocket, she opened her hands up and held them to the ledge for Lance to step onto.

“Thank you.” Lance responded as he sat on the ground and removed his gloves. “Okay, you’ve traveled all over the oceans. Ever heard of or even seen the Titanic?”

“Hmm...” Pidge’s ears twitched curiously.

“Well, understandable if you hadn’t; it sunk back in 1912.” Lance explained. “It had hit an iceberg just right, causing severe damage and for water to fill in; ironically, apparently if it hit the iceberg head-on, it should be been able to keep going.”

“Oh! Oh! I think Mom told me stories about it!” Pidge exclaimed. “My first car she gave me, I think she said it came from there.”

“Whoa, talk about a piece of history.” Lance grinned brightly. “Well, this model I brought,” he started to undo the packaging, “is a model of that famed ship.”

“So… I can see it as it had once been?” Pidge asked, her eyes saying she was in awe.

“Indeed.” Lance nodded. He started working with the model, putting the pieces together. Pidge watched, her curious eyes taking in every little movement the human made, his meticulous and dexterous fingers working perfectly to put the pieces together with a waterproof, nature safe glue designed for models. She was amazed at how he worked and the small details he worked with.

“Models are… small replicas of real life things?” Pidge inquired.

“Indeed.” Lance nodded.

“Do you put them together a lot?”

“When I can.” Lance smiled. “Uncle Alfor would put models together with me when I was younger; it was how he would help me understand the different boats and ships. They also got me through the astronomy part of my science class in the eighth grade.”

“Astronomy?” Pidge asked. “That’s… the study of the stars, right?”

“Stars. Planets. Moons. The space between.” Lance smiled. “Would you believe it if I told you that we actually know more about space and other planets, planets we haven’t even come close to sending humans to, than we do about our own planet and the oceans?” Pidge giggled. “Do you like the stars?”

“I like watching them some nights.” Pidge admitted, swishing her tail some. “Sometimes I just go out, lay on my back, and watch them twinkle in the sky. I’ve always wondered about them. How they got there, what their purpose is. Do other planets reside too? With lots and lots of water? And… others like myself?” She had a longing look in her eyes. “It’s always amazing.”

“Maybe I can find a way to bring a projector and show you images at some point that we have of other planets and other cool stuff found in space.” Lance offered.

“I hope so.” Pidge nodded, wanting to see the pictures. She then looked up to the ceiling of the cavern, her ears twitching anxiously.

“Is something wrong?” Lance asked. He looked around when the light started to dim down. “Cloud cover?”

“A storm is brewing.” Pidge commented. “I should get you back to your boat so you can get home before it hits.” A crash of thunder came from above; though muffled, they could still hear it in the cave.

“I think it’s already here.” Lance observed. He knew better than to sail in such weather, especially with his smaller boat. “I don’t think it’s safe to go.”

“I agree… I don’t want you getting hurt.” Pidge said. “I mean, I can hold onto your boat and get it to shore, but...” Her ears lowered.

“Well, if you’re not against my company, I can sit here with you.” Lance suggested. Her ears went back up; ah, so she did want him to stick around. “Though the lighting now...” He looked to the model; he definitely couldn’t work in the dark.

Pidge grinned, showing her mouth of sharp teeth. As amazing and wonderful as Pidge was, those teeth were definitely the most intimidating thing about her; those paired with her size, Lance was reminded why the ocean both amazed and terrified him. She then went to the opposite side of the cave and put her hands up on a higher and empty ledge. She pulled herself up onto the ledge and hummed, the sound echoing off the cave walls in perfect melody. Lance was amazed as some of the collected vehicles had their lights turn on, illuminating the cave in a warm and perfect glow.

“Holy crow, mermaid magic!” Lance whispered in excitement.

“Pretty cool, huh?” Pidge asked, slowly lowering herself back down. “I mean, I don’t need it, I see in the dark very well, but humans have small eyes compared to their faces.” She giggled as she went back over.

“Indeed.” Lance chuckled. “Thanks for the lighting.” He then worked more on the model, getting it put together. Thanks to the holes above them, he could hear the thunder and rain coming down, the sound actually soothing. He loved storms; something about them was relaxing, even dangerous ones. “Do you like storms, Pidge?”

“I love them.” Pidge responded. “Sometimes I like to go out, stick my head up, and let the rain fall upon me.”

“They truly are amazing.” Lance mused. “And with all the technology in the world, we still can’t predict it perfectly.” He smiled. “I like that about nature. She’s so wild and free.” Just like Pidge.

“Indeed.” Pidge agreed.

Lance kept working with the model, making quick and efficient progress. Before he knew it, he finished the ship. “Voila! Pidge, I introduce you to the Titanic!”

“Wow!” It may have been small, but Pidge saw it clearly and found it beautiful. “Hmm… how about… we put it… there?” She motioned to a simple, empty ledge. She put her hands out for Lance again, letting him climb back on with the model. She took him over and lifted him up, letting him put the model up there. Once placed, she brought him back down and put him on the usual ledge again. “Perfect!”

“I agree.” Lance declared. “Hmm, the storm is still going strong.”

“Yeah.” Pidge nodded. “It… could be a while.” She moved and put herself on an underwater ledge, like a sort of bench before resting her head on the ledge where Lance was. “Sorry… maybe I should get you back to the shore so the others don’t worry.”

“Yeah, but we’d risk you getting spotted.” Lance said. “I’ll just explain myself and contact them after it passes.” He then yawned. It wasn’t late, but nap time wasn’t just for little kids. “I wouldn’t mind a nap.” He chuckled. “I wish I thought to bring a waterproof sleeping bag.” He then watched Pidge put her hand down. He didn’t need words to know what she was offering, so he removed his shoes, designed to keep his feet warm and protected in cold waters, and crawled onto her hand, nestling down on the webbing and resting his head up on a finger.

“I’ll wake you when the storm ends.” Pidge assured. “If you don’t wake first.”

“Thanks.” Lance nodded as he curled up, finding himself comfortable. Sure, it wasn’t like dozing off and using Hunk, whether it be his shoulder, leg, or stomach, as a pillow, but it was just as comfortable. Perhaps this was because they were close friends and naps with friends was one of the best things. Or maybe it was the fact that Pidge started singing softly.

Lance used to hear stories of mermaids singing, often luring sailors to their water graves. While her singing was beautiful, it thankfully didn’t sound like it would lure someone to their deaths. Instead, it just lured him to a gentle and dream filled sleep.

When Lance woke up, he didn’t know how long had passed. Pidge had gently used her other hand to poke his side to wake him. “Hmm? Five more minutes...”

“Lance, it’s still raining but the storm passed.” Pidge told him. “C’mon, you’ve been asleep for hours.”

“Hours?” Lance sat up and stretched. “Oh… the others are probably scared… I should contact them.”

“I’ll get you back to your boat.” Pidge told him.

Lance nodded and gathered his gear as well as the packaging from the model. He looked up at the ledge and smiled, seeing the little ship there. Maybe he could find a model of a pirate ship for the next one; he found it so much fun working on the Titanic with Pidge’s gazing at him so closely, he hoped she would love to watch him work on another one.

“Okay, ready to go.” he said, jumping down into the water. Pidge let him cling to her hair before swimming back through her cave and ship, getting him back out and to his boat. She lifted her head and he climbed aboard. “I enjoy these moments together.” he told her. “And thank you for letting sleep there. It was fun.”

“I hope you were comfortable.”

“I was.” Lance nodded. He then stopped and looked up, hearing the sound of a helicopter. A splash caught his attention and he noticed Pidge was gone. Yup, wild and free. Just as she should be. He thought. He went into the cabin of his boat, hearing voices over the radio. “This is Lance of the Guardian of the Sea. I’m here, I’m safe, don’t you worry.”

“Dammit, Lance! You pain in the… do you know how worried we were over you!?” Allura called over the radio, making Lance winced. “Krolia and Tex are both out there searching for you!”

“You know he has a name, right?” Lance chuckled. “And yeah, I heard the chopper. I think they’re coming down to land.”

“Well you better apologize to them, too, as well as everyone else who worried about you when you get back!” Allura snapped. “But… I’m glad you’re okay… what happened? Why didn’t you respond?”

“I was diving. Hardly even noticed the storm, actually.” Lance chuckled. “I’ll be back before you know it.” He looked out the window to see a the rescue helicopter land in the ocean, it’s design allowing them to safely land in water for some rescues. “They’re here, so I’ll see you later.”

“No detours.” Allura chuckled.

“No promises.” Lance chuckled. He then left the cabin and smiled, seeing Keith’s parents there.

“Lance,” Krolia, Keith’s mother, sighed, “do you know how worried you made everyone? Though Keith didn’t seem too worried…” She sighed. “Well, you look safe. Any injuries?”

“None at all, ma’am.” Lance assured.

“What’d’ya do? Dive an’ miss a storm?” Tex, that lovely nickname given to Keith’s father, inquired, chuckling a bit.

“Pretty much.” Lance shrugged as he grinned. “Well, I guess I’m sailing back.”

“I’ll ride with you to make sure you’re okay.” Krolia told him, boarding the ship. “You got this, honey? Shiro?” She looked to where Shiro was, piloting the helicopter. He had recovered well since his accident and run-in with Pidge; he was doing well with the new prosthesis.

“We’re good; we’ll keep an eye on the boat from the sky.” Tex nodded.

“Be safe going back, Lance.” Shiro called.

“Will do.” Lance nodded, going to captain his ship back to AARC, already planning the next time he’d go out to visit Pidge and put together another model for her. Maybe he should take a radio to keep with him, just in case they have a repeat event.

Well! I hope I did okay and it was enjoyable. Sorry for no doodles this time around, but I just wanted to write. Oh well. ^_^

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self-proclaimed-chaotic-good · 5 years ago

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Run Away with Me | Bodhi Rook x Reader (Oneshot)

Word Prompt: Pining

Words: 2612

Fandom: Rogue One (Star Wars)

Summary: Growing up with Bodhi Rook, you had ideas of what kind of future you wanted, but life doesn’t always go according to plan. If it was meant to be, you will meet each other again. Title inspired by Eastside by Benny Blanco, Halsey, and Khalid

It was your neighbor, Bodhi Rook, that started your fascination with the stars. You remembered late nights where the two of you would climb onto the roof and trace out patterns in the sky. Then, you’d listen to him plan out how he’ll reach those stars, becoming a pilot and explore.

The two of you were young at the time and didn’t really have an idea of what was going on around you. To you, the world was just you, Bodhi, the sands of Jedha, and the stars above. Bodhi would even say that he’d take you anywhere once he became a pilot and have his own ship. The way the stars reflected in his eyes, it was hard to say no.

Then, you had to move away. Your parents were restless and you didn’t know why. How could you? The world you saw didn’t include politics and war. You thought your father was a simple businessman, a trader, who would travel to different moons and planets to earn money for the family. Turns out, it started that way, until he realized how much more money he could earn from being a smuggler. His contacts increased, the credits increased, and the danger increased. And somehow, along the way, he had crossed a member of the Empire.

It was no longer safe for your family in Jedha. You didn’t even get to say goodbye.

Being a smuggler’s daughter has its pros and cons. You found out what you were good at, negotiations, creating alliances, and reading people, and you were quick to learn how to use a blaster. Plus, you get to explore and see different worlds, meet various species, and learn different languages. This wasn’t exactly what you wanted, but smugglers can’t be choosers.

You had heard about the Empire occupying Jedha and your mind went immediately to Bodhi. Is he safe? Is he still on Jedha? Did he ever get to become a pilot like he wanted? It had been years since you saw him and you try to shake it off as a childhood crush that you needed to get over. What are the chances in this vast universe of seeing him again?

You often follow your father during the meet ups while your mother stayed on the ship, running it for a quick getaway. With you by his side, you were able to play good smuggler, bad smuggler to get the deal you wanted. Only when he knew it would work, of course. Some species or settlements were more violent than others, so he taught you how to pick and choose your battles.

“Sometimes a deal isn’t worth it,” he had said.

One day, your father caught a virus from another planet and it would take weeks or months to recover. So, your mother stayed behind with him on a neutral planet while you went off on your own. You took on simple jobs to start off with, but traveling alone was driving you mad, so you managed to buy a scraped up droid and found some spare parts to fix her up. Desa, you called her, because of the faint red and brown paint that reminded you of the deserts and mesas of Jedha. Now, it was just you and her.

You couldn’t believe that the Empire was able to build something as destructible as the Death Star, powered by the kyber crystals that they had mined from Jedha and the other planets that they probably occupied. Jedha was merely a test subject for their new toy. Your home was gone. You remembered looking up at the stars, tracing patterns in the sky, hoping that your stargazer friend escaped. At this point, you weren’t even sure if he was still alive.

You tried your best to remain neutral throughout your jobs, only accepting deals that won’t drastically compromise your stance. After what they had done, you were definitely against the Empire and only prayed that something would be done to stop them before more people die and homes obliterated.

It was getting harder not to pick a side. The more you travel, the more people you see that were just trying to survive. Suddenly, it wasn’t just illegal weapons and materials that needed smuggling, it was people. Families trying to escape the war. You couldn’t just let them die.

“It’s your call,” Desa said, “I will follow.”

Just like that, you were smuggling refugees to safer planets and moons, settlements that were welcoming them in and fought against the Empire. You try your best to save as much as you can, avoiding both stormtroopers and Rebels along the way. You didn’t always succeed. Some were lost causes, some were so close to a safe haven.

“We just need hope to keep us going,” a mother said to her family.

The settlement that you took them to were attacked a few weeks later. You almost wrecked the ship when you found out, but Desa had easily restrained you until you calmed down, collapsing in her cold metal arms.

You later hear in the corner of a shady tavern that the Resistance managed to destroy the Death Star. The war was still raging, but at least the looming threat was gone.

“I don’t do these kinds of jobs, Edwards,” you told one of your contacts.

A contact that you’ve known for years had recently joined the Rebel Alliance and contacted you for a smuggling job. You gave it a shot and met him on a neutral planet in one of their taverns, finding the man in a corner booth. It was then when he proposed a job that would help the Rebels against the Empire, involving using your ship to transport some of their men for their missions.

“But, I’ve heard that you’ve been specializing in… people,” Edwards said, low enough so that only the two of you could hear.

You sighed, looking over at Desa who shrugged stiffly. “I don’t do escorts,” you repeated to him.

“We’ll pay you for each trip,” he insisted, sliding a datapad towards you, showing you his offer.

It was a lot, more than three jobs of smuggling a refugee family. Funds were running low as your ship was getting older and more repairs needed to be done. It would be easier to buy a new ship, but you were sentimental and it was your first ship that you bought with your father.

“It’s your call,” Desa said.

“I knew you would say that,” you muttered, sliding the datapad back. You drummed your fingers on the table and leaned back, adjusting your leather jacket. “How many groups?”

Edwards shook his head. “Just one. Rogue One,” he said.

“Never heard of them.”

“They’re the crew that infiltrated Scarif and stole the Death Star blueprints that helped the Alliance take it down,” he whispered, looking around for people listening in.

“And why do you need my ship?”

“Everyone sees you as a neutral party, a simple smuggler. Their U-Wing and cargo ship are recognized by certain groups that are affiliated with the Empire and those who holds a grudge on them from a mission or two. I’ll tell you the details of their mission only if you accept.”

You sighed again. “Fine.”

The next morning you waited by the docking area, Desa scanning the area with a metal hands wrapped around a blaster rifle. It was ten minutes passed the promised meet up time when Edwards finally appeared with cloaked figures trailing behind him. You adjusted your stance, readying for any potential threats.

“Edwards,” you greeted the man.

“(Y/n), this is the crew I was talking about. I’m sure you’ve received their mission briefing,” he said, gesturing to the group behind them. One figure in particular looked restless.

“I have. Show me your hands,” you ordered, eyeing the group. Desa poised her rifle, warning them to not test her.

“Do as she says,” Edwards told them calmly.

They slowly raised their hands, showing them empty. When Desa was satisfied, she nodded at you. “Alright. My ship, my rules. If anything arises that goes against the deal, it’s over and I’ll either eject you into space or drop you off at the nearest neutral settlement. Depends on the occasion,” you said.

One person nodded, stepping forward, revealing a man with soft brown hair and a stubble wearing a blue fur parka and a blaster strapped to his leg. “I’m Captain Cassian Andor,” he said, shaking your hand, then gestured towards the tall thin figure, “That’s K-2SO.”

“I’m perfectly capable of introducing myself,” the droid snipped.

“Reprogrammed Imperial droid, huh?” you said, impressed, “Nice to meet you. Come aboard.”

Cassian nodded, his droid friend following him into your ship. The next two figures seem to be a package deal. “I’m Baze Malbus and this is Chirrut Imwe. Thank you for helping us,” the taller one said. You nodded and they climbed into the ship.

“I’m Jyn,” the woman said, not bothering to shake hands, “And if you ever cross us-”

“The same goes to you, too,” you replied, “And don’t worry, I never take contracts that conflict with each other. You have my word that no warm will come to your crew from us unless it’s from self defense.”

Jyn was satisfied with this, offering you her hand. You shook it firmly and shared a smile with her before she climbed in behind the two monks. You were finally face to face with the last of their crew, but you felt like you knew them already. The hooded figure shuffled up to you and launched forward. Desa readied her rifle, but you held a hand up to stop her.

“I missed you,” Bodhi cried, holding you tightly.

Your eyes began to sting as you hugged him back. Your stargazer friend. Your first love. He was here holding you. “Oh, Bodhi,” you breathed, “Let’s continue this inside, yeah?”

He wiped his eyes and nodded. You turned to Edwards who was silently watching the whole thing. “Did you know?” you asked him.

“I suspected. I knew you were originally from Jedha and he was, too. He had the same habit as you, looking up at the stars with a faroff expression,” he said, stepping away, “This is where I leave you, until next time.” He held his arm out.

“Alright, take care of yourself, Edwards,” you said, grabbing his forearm firmly before pulling away.

He nodded. “May the force with you.”

The mission ran smoothly and you found that you worked well with the crew. Five people and a droid, they were a force to be reckoned with. With Cassian’s leadership and Jyn’s assertiveness, the monks’ fighting skills, K2’s diverse skill set, and Bodhi’s flying skills, you understood how they lead a battle on Scarif even when outnumbered.

Bodhi had proudly told you that he became a pilot, though under the Empire as a cargo pilot, but he had been the one to send the message to the Rebellion about the Death Star plans. You assigned him as your copilot without a thought, hoping that you wouldn’t get distracted by Bodhi’s flying competency.

When the mission was over, you flew them over to the Rebel base on Yavin with a sinking feeling in your stomach. You had never gotten so attached to a contract before. Well, you never had spent this much time with your contract before. They had become your comrade and your friends and Bodhi… you thought your feelings for Bodhi were reduced to friendship, but they were merely dormant.

You carefully landed the ship after getting clearance while you tried to keep your expressions neutral. You opened the ramp, allowing them to climb out while a small team of medics rushed over to check on the crew. Desa placed a hand on your shoulder as you looked over at Bodhi. He had moved to the back of the ship, helping K2 and Baze unload their bags. One particular bag was too heavy for him, so Baze gently pushed him aside and grabbed the bag for him.

“Bodhi told us about you,” Jyn said, suddenly appearing next to you.

You jumped and cleared your throat. “Good things, I hope,” you joked, covering up how startled you were.

“Nothing but good things,” she said, “He would tell us how attentive you are, how you were kind and patient enough to listen to his ramblings about the stars, and how the stars were reflected in your eyes. He’s still lovestruck with you, (Y/n), and I’ve seen the way you two look at each other. Honestly, I had a bet with K2 about who would break first during the mission, but you two idiots don’t even know that you’re both in love with each other.”

You forced out a laugh. “I’ll admit I had a crush on Bodhi when I was younger, but it’s been years since I’d seen him. People change,” you defended, crossing your arms.

Jyn sighed, standing up and made her way over to the ramp. You followed her and looked out to take in the Rebel base for the first time. These people of different backgrounds, different species, different planets, fighting to be free from the Empire’s tyranny. And Bodhi was in the middle of it. He always wanted to explore, become a pilot, and help people. He finally got what he wanted.

Cassian finished talking to the general and walked back to the ship. He smiled at you and said, “We could always use someone like you,” he said.

You shake your head. “I don’t…,” you trailed off, looking over at Desa, then at Bodhi who was adjusting his new goggles. Two young men rushed up to help with the cargo and Bodhi slipped into an authoritative mode. He looked like he belonged here. He was no longer the boy that you shared a roof with. You weren’t sure that there was room for you in his new world.

“Think about it,” Cassian said, noticing your hesitation, “You are always welcomed here.”

You nodded, shaking his hand. “Thank you, Captain Andor.”

“Please, it’s just Cassian, now.”

He turned to address his crew while you slipped away into your ship. Bodhi had finished ordering where to place the cargo and listing the repairs needed in their equipment when he heard the engine of your ship starting. His head whipped around, his goggles almost falling off his head as the ramp was raised. His throat tightened as he pushed through his crew and the medics, trying to get back to you. He just got you back.

“The force works in mysterious ways,” Chirrut said, squeezing his shoulder in comfort as you flew off, “If the force wills it so, (Y/n) will come back.”

Bodhi nodded, watching you leave and unable to say goodbye or tell you to stay for the second time in his life. After you left, there were many things he was able to achieve, but they just weren’t how he imagined it to be. You weren’t there with him.

He had planned to learn how to fly, get a ship, and whisk you away from the cold desert moon. It was all part of the ideas that you and him used to plan on that roof all those years ago when the world was just you, and him, the sand from the desert, and the stars above. If the force had allowed the two of you to meet again, he held onto the hope that you would come back. It could be like old times, meeting on the roof of a ship after the sun had set and gaze at the stars.

#writersmonth2019 #Bodhi Rook x Reader #Bodhi Rook #rogue one imagine #Star wars imagine #riz ahmed imagine #riz ahmed #My wifi was down and writer's block hit me at the same time #I'm two days behind in this writer's month

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sheyshen · 5 years ago

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Chapter 62 of BtBN

In a rare burst of, well, actually getting a lot of things done today, I updated my fic!

You can read it below (I put most of it under a read more). you can also find it on Ao3!

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"So where are we heading now?" Ren asked as she leaned on Koren's seat as he brought the ship out of hyperspace.

He handed her the data chip he had gotten from Allana. "Someone I was tracking, a mando like me and Shey. Garrett Reign. He's supposed to be in this system right now and I want to jump on this lead before it gets cold or he gets wind of someone trying to find him."

"Why?"

"Because he's supposed to be dead." Koren brought the ship down, sending the clearance codes as they entered atmo. "Him and his team were all wiped out years ago and that was that. But a couple of months ago there were some sightings of someone that looked like him. So as someone who was adopted into the clans after his death, Mandalore asked me to check it out."

Landing the ship, he turned and stood, brushing past Ren and heading for the hall.

"Coruscant seems a strange place for a Mandalorian to hide."

"That's probably why he's here. Last place someone would look." Striding into the room that held the holoterminal, he turned the system on and brought up an image of the man in question. Addressing his team, "Alright. This is who I’m here to find. His name is Garrett Reign, he's a Mandalorian, 6 foot 5, red hair, lots of cybernetics. This is not a bounty contract, so he is to be brought in alive understand?" The others nodded, "good. The data chip says his last known location was at these coordinates and it doesn't look like he’s wandered much from the area so it's safe to assume he's been there a while. Expect resistance, he’s spent around 15 years in hiding so he probably won't like it when we come knocking."

"How many times did you rehearse that?" Vinn asked, earning a laugh from Connor.

Koren shot him a look before answering, "four, I'm a doctor, not a diplomat." He crossed his arms, "this could get dangerous so Connor, you're going to have to stay here."

"What!?" Connor exclaimed, "I wanna go with!"

"Con, you've already been in too much danger going to a place your mother owns, this is too much of an unknown. Plus kara would kill us if something happened to you." Connor teared up. "Either you stay here, or at your apartment. Those are your only options."

Pouting, Connor huffed out "fine" as he crossed his arms and glared at the wall to his side, refusing to make eye contact. He didn't want to be left out. "I'll go home."

"Alright, well stop there on the way." He paused, debating, "Ren. Can you and Vinn stay with Con, keep him company. I should be fine with just Arcann."

"Of course." Ren grinned and patted Connor on the head. "We can play some games, hows that sound?"

He glanced at her but didn't reply, deciding to continue pouting instead.

Sighing, Koren shut off the holo. "Let's get going."

The spaceport was busy as usual but surprisingly quiet as the team made their way to a shuttle. Piling into a single taxi much to the droid who was running the vehicle's distress, they headed first to Kara's apartment.

Connor headed inside without a word, still upset that he wasn't allowed to go with. Wishing them luck, Ren hopped out and followed Connor inside, Vinn by her side.

"Think they'll be alright with him?" Koren asked. Voicing the concern felt foolish, he knew ren could handle Connor, and she had pretty good control of Vinn that all three of them should be alright on their own. Maybe too good of control, he mentally corrected when he noticed the man reach over and place his hand on the small of her back as the door whoosh closed.

"They'll be fine. Ren is tough." Arcann answered unhelpfully.

"That's not what I-" Koren sighed, leaning back in his seat as the shuttle took them to the landing area closest to the coordinates. "Garrett could be tough, think we’ll be alright?"

"Of course," Arcann rose an eyebrow, confused on the sudden worry about the mission.

"It just seems strange. A mando faking their death? That kind of thing doesn't happen, there's no honor in it."

"You think there's a reason he went into hiding."

"Yes." The shuttle landed as he answered and the pair climbed out. "I'd rather we play this safe, maybe see if we can talk to him."

Arcann nodded but remained silent. He glanced at the shops and buildings as they walked down the streets.

"It's been a long time since I've been to coruscant." Koren reached over, grabbing Arcann's arm and led him over to a shop he recognized. “Oh! Hang on, I want to stop here.”

"Is it wise to take our time here?"

"I'll only be a second."

"I mean for someone like you."

"I'm born and raised on Corellia, hunter or not I'm still a Republic citizen, besides I'm less likely to be recognized than you are even if you're wearing Theron's jacket."

Deadpanning Arcann decided to drop it, wandering off to browse as well.

Spotting something he liked, Koren grinned and called to get the attention of the shopkeep, "can I get this?" He pointed at a necklace that was being displayed.

"Of course!" The shopkeep grinned happily as he turned to look at them, his expression shifted to surprise and the grin widened when he made eye contact with Koren. "Oh! Battlemaster, it's an honor to see you again. Give me one second and I'll have this wrapped up, free of charge."

"What! No! I couldn't, the necklace isn't cheap."

"Nonsense, it's the least I can do after you helped my mother." He wrapped up the necklace for him quickly, handing it to him as well as a second package, "your brother requested this made, could you give it to him?"

Koren nodded, giving in and taking the items, "of course."

"Kole," Arcann asked, taking care to call him by his brothers name instead of Koren's own. "What do you think about these." He pointed at a tray of rings.

"For Theron and Kara?" He asked, when Arcann nodded he hummed in thought and pointed to three that were on the side, the band was silver with blue crystals embedded in them. It looked similar to the rings that Theron had used when he married Kara. "How about these, they match the ones they wear."

"Ah, these are special." The shopkeep pulled out the tray so they could see them up close, "they were part of a set, but there was a… miscommunication and these ended up not matching the rest."

"How much?" Arcann asked as he inspected the ring, turning it in his hand and rubbing his thumb along the engraving.

The shopkeep shook his head, "a friend of the Battlemaster is a friend of mine, there's no way I could charge you."

Koren sighed, fishing out some credits and handed them to the shopkeep, "please at least take this, I can't take these from you without paying." When the shopkeep insisted that he didn't need to pay Koren put them in a small bowl by the checkout, "then take it as a donation to your shop. You do amazing work and deserve the recognition."

Giving in the shopkeep thanked him as he wrapped up the rings, adding in chains to put them on as well. Handing the package to Arcann he smiled at him, "thank you for your business. Please have a wonderful day, both of you."

Thanking him they left the shop and resumed their mission, walking in companionable silence as they headed towards the coordinates.

"Are you planning on proposing?" Koren spoke up suddenly. His curiosity finally getting the better of him.

"No." Arcann shook his head, "at least not yet. I just rarely get time away from them where I could get something like this."

"So picking something up while you can. I get it." He grinned at his friend, "I think they'll like it."

They continued chatting as they walked, mostly Koren rambling about various things from work to Trey to Nora's new little one when he stopped in mid-sentence.

"What's wr-" Arcann started, but Koren shushed him, gesturing to a man that was walking by.

"Shhsh. That's him." He pulled Arcann to the side, leaning on him heavily as he fished the holo-disc from his pocket and compared the image that was on it to the passing man. Nodding he stepped away, approaching Garrett carefully. "Excuse me," he said, keeping his voice as cheery as he could manage, "do you happen to know this area at all? My friend and I are lost."

The man shook his head but remained silent.

"Well, maybe you could help me find someone instead, I was told by a friend that I could find people who were interested in work around here. Would you happen to know anyone who would fit that?" Koren pressed, opting to change his strategy a bit.

Again Garrett shook his head, grumbling as he did so. He gestured, signing, 'you won't find anyone like that here'. He paused as he started to sign something else and then stopped reaching up to the cybernetics that were attached to his neck.

"You seem awfully sure about that."

Garrett paused, brought his hand down and signed, 'you understand me?'

Koren nodded, "yea, I don't sign very often, but my friend and I will, time to time."

"Is that what you and Kara are doing during meetings?" Arcann crossed his arms over his chest.

"Maaaybe." The merc chuckled at the flash of annoyance that went across Arcann's face before turning his attention back to Garrett. "Look, I'll be square with you, I'm looking for a specific person and." He stopped mid-sentence as the larger man signed.

‘Kara. Hawke?'

"Yeah, she's someone I work with, and a good friend of mine."

'Is she the one who sent you?' The man looked concerned as he gestured the words.

"Let's say she did, will you tell me where I can find someone?" Koren held up the holochip between his fingers.

'No.' He let out a heavy breath, growling in annoyance. 'Go home.'

Realization dawned on him, "you know her, don't you."

'That isn't your business. Leave.'

"What is he saying?" Arcann asked.

"He's telling us to go." Koren hummed in thought, "then tell me this, are you Garrett Reign?"

The man paused, nodding. He went to sign something but another man speaking up made his stop.

"Gare, whos your friends?" The man grinned as he cocked his head to the side.

'Leon' Garrett's face scrunched in annoyance, 'they know Kara.'

The man looked at them in surprise, "oh. Well, that's no good."

"And why’s that?" Koren asked hand already inching to his blaster.

"Because they're her old crew," Arcann answered. "She told me about them once a few months ago, she said they died almost fifteen years ago."

"And as far as she's concerned we still are." Leon shrugged.

Arcann pulled out his holo.

"What are you doing?" Koren asked, glancing at Garrett as he watched him carefully.

"Calling Kara. She needs to know."

"Look, I don't think that's a good idea right now."

The holo pulsed as it connected, buzzing the commanders holo. As soon as she answered another man reached over and pressed the button to disconnect. "Tyr?" Was the only thing she got out before the holo disconnected.

"Boss," Leon greeted happily, "just in time."

"Hardly, she saw me." The man stepped away, sighing in annoyance, "good to see her reaction time hasn't dulled." He walked to stand in front of Garrett. "Now what to do."

"I was sent by Mandalore to find Garrett." Koren admitted, "she wants to talk, probably about why you disappeared." He shrugged, "you can make this easy, come with me back to base to see her, and then you're free to go."

"Like well let him go with you." Leon scoffed.

'I'll go' he signed in response. 'It's been years, I'm done hiding.'

"But what if they-"

"If you are in hiding because you are targeted the commander can help. Kara has a lot of contacts, she can help you." Koren offered.

"Did you miss the part that she thinks we're dead?" Leon huffed a laugh.

"She already recognized him," he pointed at the newest addition to the group, "besides she's one of the most forgiving people I know."

Leon sighed and shook his head.

"He has a point. And if she's as well off as he claims she could solve this problem for us," Tyr admitted.

"We went into hiding to protect her, boss. If we suddenly appear now wouldn't that be suspicious?"

'Better than hiding in another backwater' Garrett returned, 'I’m going.'

Grumbling Leon gave in, "fine, c’mon. I'm sure Caleb will be especially excited." He gestured for them to follow, the other two already heading back to where they had been staying. "We have some speeders we can take to the spaceport. I assume you have a ship right?"

#swtor #my writing #arcann #oc: koren gates #who's still dressed like his brother #oc: ren hawke #oc: connor shan #vinn atrius #oc: garrett reign #oc: leon way #oc: tyr baulder

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tenyatrash · 6 years ago

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Day 4: The Spy and the Storm

This is my (late) entry for Day 4 of the BNHA Noir Week 2019. Tumblr hates my ao3 links so let’s try this instead. @bnha-noir-week Rain, Thrill, Prison

In which Stain has a visitor and Hagakure has a plan.

Ships: None

Characters: Hagakure and Stain

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1517 Chizome opens his eyes, not sure what’s woken him.

There’s lotsa options when your life has coalesced into a waking nightmare like this.

Air that’s always too cold or hot. The smell of mildew that seeps in with the rain and hangs in the dead air of small cells and dank showers. Crummy grub, always on the edge of rotting, that’s served by angry mugs on cheap plastic trays. Hours, days, months, years of nothing, lives so dull that the occasional flash of violence glints like a diamond in a vein of coal.

He never thought he’d end up in prison, always assumed he’d go out in a blaze of glory, tommy guns singing out his name, press and public talking ‘bout his mission in hushed tones as he rotted in the dirt and others took up the call. He coulda been a martyr. A dark knight, a scourge of righteousness against this city and all the false heroes and fakes that call it home.

But luck’s never favored him, so maybe he outta have known he’d end up stuck in here, betrayed by his own lousy body.

There’s a baton in the distance somewhere, the metal of the weapon clanging against cold iron bars in an almost soothing rhythm. Damn, he’s been in here too long, if the sound of a guard is making him think of music instead of mayhem. Still, the sound is nice. Far enough away not to clang in his ears like it must be to the others on the hall, close enough that it mixes with the sounds of rain beating against cinderblock and reinforced glass like some half-dreamt memory of song.

He rolls over on the plastic mat that the state calls a bed and looks up at the ceiling, where the wetness of the rain and his own cursed breaths combine into condensation that drip, drip, drips down to the rusty grate in the floor.

He squints at the entrance to his cell, to the metal bars that do nothing to keep out the screams and groans and panting ramblings of his fellow prisoners, yet do plenty to keep him in. He’s looked at those bars plenty over the past few months, gotten to know every flake of peeling paint and every ridge of bumpy metal, imperfectly forged for imperfect people. He knows every detail of this bleak little slice of damnation, and that’s why he knows something is off with this here picture.

Sure, the bars look right...mostly…

But there’s something weird in the way the metal shines, or in this case, doesn’t, under the swinging fluorescent lights. The scarred prisoner slowly sits up.

Hell, it’s almost like…

He approaches the bars, tryna stay nonchalant about the whole affair, as if he doesn’t notice the small puffs of breath that turn the normally shiny metal dull and push a little life into the dead air that surrounds this crumbling tomb.

He heads to the discount sink that sits above a bolted down metal contraption they call a toilet, red eyes flicking up, tryna make out a shape in the gloom of the rain-shrouded slammer. It’s the damnedest thing, really. The longer he stands here, listening to the dull cacophony of the joint, the more certain he is that there’s breathing, steady and soft, just outta view.

Must be some two-bit stealth quirk. Make em invisible but not unnoticeable.

He’s seen better.

He’s killed better, in his day.

But for now, he’s mighty bored and mighty tired of living this life, so he takes the chance anyway, and starts a conversation.

“How long you planning on eyeballing me, punk?”

The ghost at the bars takes the bait. Must be a really lousy spy after all.

“Well, gee...I hadn’t gotten that far really. I was kinda expecting you to start monologuing, or drawing on the walls or something, in a real revealing way? But mostly you just seem to sleep and squint, so I guess talking is the new plan.”

Chizome rolls his eyes at the dumb as nails assumption that criminals and villains were so simple, just clockwork pieces that lit up and wrapped up stories in neat little packages so the hero could sleep easy and the citizens could be safe and simple in their meaningless lives.

“You watch too many gangster flicks, kid.”

Toru snorts and laces her fingers together, unseen.

“Maybe. One of my friends really likes ‘em, so I guess I’ve seen a few.”

The killer known as Stain heads back to his bunk, wadding up an extra uniform to use as a pillow as he props up his body against the smooth cold of the wall that separates him from the outside world.

“So...sneaking in here, watching me, waiting like some rat...what’s the angle on that?”

Toru shrugs, not that he can see.

“You attacked a bunch of my friends, awhile ago. Your League buddies did too. Just wondering what was up with that.”

Chizome squints and thinks back. He’s attacked plenty of people, false heroes one and all. Well, maybe with one or two exceptions, but he never claimed to be no saint. Still, those low-lives in the League too? Well then, that must mean Endeavor, or the pipsqueaks at UA, and he has a hard time picturing a no-good bastard like Endeavor having many who’d call him friend.

UA it is, then.

“Oh, and you here for vengeance, maybe a thrill kill? That it, lil girl?”

“Nah.”

“Why not. You could get away with it, you know. Wait ‘til I’m nice and close, slip your hands, or a rope, if you’re weak, I guess, round my throat and choke me out right against these bars. The rain would drown out my struggling, and probably go a good way towards washing away your sins too.”

Toru won’t say she doesn’t consider it, least for a tic. After all, he’s sure made her life rough, really taken the shine off of her high school education. Made it damn near impossible to dream or date or do anything other than train and suspect and hide.

Still, she’s trying to be a hero, right? And heroes don’t seek into the muck like that, even if they can get away with it. Plus, could just be a trap. If she’s close enough to kill him, he’s close enough to get her blood, and she’s not real interested in dying on a grimy prison floor.

“Look, just cause you’re a killer don’t mean everyone else is.”

He smiles too wide, rotten teeth glinting like dull knives against the blueish glow of the storm that rages outside the window and inside his mind.

“Oh, we’re all murderers kid. Every last one of us, we’re all monsters tryna claw our way outta hell. You just haven’t had your shot yet. Haven’t hit your limit. But you will.”

“Maybe that’s true, but it won’t be today, and it won’t be you.”

Huh. Kid’s got some backbone after all. A glimmer of steel buried in all that youthful optimism. She might not die too young, after all. Pity it won’t be enough. This city is a machine that runs on blood. Hunting heroes is a sport, breaking innocence a past-time for the fox hunters that fill back alleys and boardrooms in equal measure.

At least he had a reason, a real one, a dream to make the city shiny and new. He spits against the floor, not caring over-much if it offends his audience. All this remembrance is making him bitter and he’s not so sure anymore that the break in monotony is worth the annoyance of remembering all that good work left undone.

“Well, what do you want, then? I got things to do.”

Yeah right, he looks real busy sitting in the dark without so much as a book to read or a fellow jailbird to pummel or play.

“I want the inside line. On the League, on your plans, on the whole damn thing.”

They already think she’s a spy. Not all of them, not her closest friends...but enough. It’s quirk discrimination, is what it is. But maybe that’s just how these things go. She just needs to prove herself, to put this whole thing to bed. And hell, if they think her quirk is so good for spying...maybe it’s time to put it work, for herself this time. She’ll ask for forgiveness once it’s done. Better than permission that won’t ever come.

“Oh? And just what are you going to do with those bits of intel?”

“Whatever it takes.”

Chizome smiles, for real this time, leaning hunger-pain arms against knobby knees as he leans forward, ready to make a dark offering. Maybe his work doesn’t have to end, after all.

“Really? Well, I guess we’ll need to go back to the beginning then.”

Toru listens, and learns.

When she comes out, into pounding rain that runs like rivulets against shivering skin and gives her fleeting form, she wonders at what she’s learned.

She’s gained a lot. Only time will tell what she’s lost.

#bnhanoirweek2019 #hero killer stain #hagakure tooru #bnha fanfiction #my writing

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sockdreams · 7 years ago

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DIY: Spray Dye!

We've posted bunches of DIYs on dyeing your socks before, it's one of the most fun and easy ways to customize your sock drawer. But, we recently encountered a different way to dye, one that reminds us more of bleach stamping, thanks to it's stencil-ability: spray dye! It's way easier than vat or pot dyeing and super fun, so let's learn how to spray that dye!

Because we wanted to show the full range of possibility, I tried several different techniques: spraying on dry, spraying on damp, spraying on wet, and using smoothly textured stockings. What I learned is that there's a world of ways to mix and match techniques, so if you're interested in using spray dye, get ready to experiment! It's very fun but you'll want to test things out before working on that dream project. Luckily, I've tested some things for you, so you can go into your spray dye session with confidence!

First, here's what you'll need:

A work surface covered with newspaper (and I recommend laying down a plastic trash bag or something, THEN newspaper, for minimum mess). Be sure to really cover everything, you don't want any stray spray spattering things unwanted!

Simple designs to use as stencils. I used some printed-out clip art shapes—here's the sheet I used.

If your designs are on regular printer paper, you'll also want a sturdier piece of card, because it's gonna get soggy quick.

A craft blade to cut out your shapes and something safe to cut on.

Your spray dye, I'm using SEI Tumble Dye, picked up at a local craft store. Other dyes can be diluted and put into spray bottles as well, you'll want to read instructions on the dyes you use for best water-to-dye ratios.

Socks to dye! For science, I'm using a wide range: Extraordinary Thigh Highs, O Basics, Midcalf Woolies and the Opaque Nylon Stockings

Not shown: a place to lay out the socks to dry

Optional: a spray bottle of water

Optional: cardboard to put in the socks for less bleed-through

These spray dyes are pretty neat. I picked up a range of options, they were all under $5 each: two plain colours (Mint and Turquoise), two glitters (Silver and Gold) and a glow in the dark. The instructions are very clear on the packaging, you basically shake before using, spray and dye. They do also say "no gloves needed" but my fingertips ended up getting a bit dyed, so unless you're incredibly neat and way better at spritzing than I am, you may want gloves.

Spray dye on dry socks

I'll start with some Extraordinary Thigh Highs. To prevent excess bleed-through, I cut up an old shipping box into one long strip and slid the sock I was working on over it. It's a little tricky, but if you gather the sock up like you're putting it on a leg, you'll be good.

I cut out my stencil shapes, saving the cut out part to use as a reverse stencil. Simple shapes are good, both in making them easier to cut out and so the edges of the shape aren't lost from the texture of the sock or the dye bleeding.

Time to spray! The bottles were pretty easy to use, but some of the various types had a more stubborn spritzer. I found using both hands to squash the top down (and shaking the bottle regularly) helped a lot.

On a dry sock, the spray beads up a bit and is very "splashy" and airbrush-y, it's neat. I think it'd be really cool mixed with other surface design, like painting or stamping. Or . . . GLOW IN THE DARK DYE.

There's a faint colour to the glow in the dark dye (I'm pointing at it in the second half of the image above), but it's pretty subtle. It sort of blended into the Mint dye, so it's not very noticeable, which is rad. Surprise glow is the best glow. In later testing it seems like going super heavy on your spray by spraying close and several times makes for a better glowing shape.

Once I got one side looking how I wanted, it was time for the next! Having the cardboard inside made it very easy to flip and to hold by the edge so I could line up the splashes of colour. No matter what, you're going to have some "seams" on the sides of what you're spraying, but this helps break it up.

The end result isn't my favourite of the batch, but I am a fan of airbrushing and glow in the dark, so I still like 'em.

Wait, I take back what I said about which is my favourite. Because as soon as the lights are off, these socks ROCK. Please take this blurry, but vividly glowing image as proof of why. It's like proof of Bigfoot's existence, only way more exciting:

DANG! I'm sold.

Spray dye on damp socks

This spray dye says it's particularly good for tie dye, so I knotted and folded up a pair of O Basics and misted them heavily with water. I followed that up with some heavy sprays of Turquoise and hit them again with water, hoping to encourage some colour spread.

The results seem far more subtle than regular tie-dying, as the socks were damp, not wet, so the dye only spread minimally, though misting the water made the edges soften.

The end result is like drifts of clouds, but I personally would stick with a vat or pot for tie dyeing myself, because I prefer long dye times that are easier to achieve when the thing you're dyeing is sitting in the dye, rather than your dye sitting on the thing you're dyeing.

I did try something else rad on this pair, but you gotta wait to the end of the post to really see it.

Spray dye on wet socks

Well, socks, what if we go full-wet? I got a pair of Midcalf Woolies fully soaked and wrung them out thoroughly. I then learned two things.

First, if you're going to work with very wet socks, putting plastic under them will make things a little neater while you're working. I grabbed an old shopping bag, which ended up being perfect because I flipped it after I sprayed one side, so the socks weren't sitting in little puddles of dye.

Second, wet wool sure has a smell I forget about.

I loosely folded the socks sort of accordion-style, to get organic stripes and then liberally spritzed them all over with the Mint dye. Then, using the Turquoise dye I started at the toes, aiming towards the cuffs of the socks, for a sort of gradient.

With this pair I used a "reverse stencil" by laying down a cut out star shape and spraying around it. I super love how this looks and it's partially why this pair is my favourite of the lot.

Also: stripes are the best. And the natural-off white colour of the wool yarn adds a depth to the dye colours I really am digging. Plus, this pair has a little surprise you can probably catch in the images above.

Spray dye on dry nylon stockings

Socks are rad, but when it comes to fine detail their texture keeps things rough. Like RIT, SEI Tumble Dye works across different fibers—from the cotton Extraordinaries and O Basics to the wool Midcalf Woolies. So I knew it'd work great on nylon. Most dyes love nylon. And the super fine and smooth texture of the Opaque Nylon Stockings just begs to be drawn and dyed on!

I went a bit wild with the stencils on this one, but also experimented with drips, not quite by choice (the stencils were getting pretty soggy, but I went with it). The more detailed flower stencil worked like a champ on these stockings!

The finished result is like something a mermaid hippie would be into and that makes me love them.

Tips, treats and wrapping up

Since this has been a more free-form DIY, the various things I noticed trying out this technique get to go here. More than any other surface design technique, spray dye is something you want to keep fiddling with. I'm already eyeballing one pair to hit with the spray again once I've typed this all up.

Lay flat to dry, for real

The instructions on the dye mention that hanging what you've dyed will encourage the dye to bleed downward. If that's not your jam, then lay everything flat to dry on a fresh surface of newspaper. Once everything is nice and dry, put them in the dryer for 20 minutes to heat set the colour.

Sturdier stencils, seriously

I thought I was being all wise, using mid-weight card stock for my stencils. Well, dampness laughs at such hubris. I recommend not using anything less sturdy than a file folder and maybe having a couple of each stenciled shape, so you can swap when they get over-damp. This is a stencil only one pair of socks in, already buckling under the wet.

I also recommend having rags or paper towels on hand to blot your stencils and wipe your hands. Dye will pool and build up on your stencils, making things a little risky when you remove them from your socks.

Watch those wrinkles!

If you're going for a smooth or more patterned look, really use a piece of cardboard inside the sock and make sure everything is nice and flat before you start spraying. The overall look of spray dye is sort of free form; but getting slashes of the sock's colour in the middle of a dyed area, because you forgot to smooth things out, might not be something you want. I still think the stockings this happened to me on look awesome, luckily.

GLITTER!!!

Astute readers may have noticed I mentioned glitter spray dye in my list up at the top and then never mentioned it again. That's because it was 100% the best thing about the spray dyes and I wanted to show off the sparkles. Even as it was making an epic mess on my workspace (they spray much more enthusiastically than the regular dyes), it was beautiful and shimmery.

It's not a heavy sparkle, but what it does do is add a fairy dusting to whatever you're spraying. It took everything in me not to coat all the socks with glitter dye. I did happily get the stockings and the wool socks with it (silver and gold, respectively) and I'm thrilled.

Heads up: we did notice the be-glittered socks shed a little bit of their shimmer onto our hands, but we're not sure what the long term lifespan of the glitter is for these.

Go forth and spray dye!

Like a lot of more free-form dye techniques, spray dye offers a lot of possibility and rewards experimentation. If you've been wanting to play with dye but don't want to mess with the vats and buckets and dipping and dunking, spray dye is a fun and accessible way to spice things up with a little colour. Test and try and keep playing and you'll end up with a pair of socks you love that you made look that awesome!

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noelmu · 7 years ago

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Rockin’ The Boat (pt. 1)

Earlier this year, Donna realized she needed to renew her passport, and figured it was probably a good time to sign the kids up for some official travel documents of their own. Almost as soon as we’d filled out the paperwork, we started thinking about where we could go outside of the country this summer. We talked about hitting one of the bigger Canadian cities, like Toronto, Montreal, or Vancouver; but we weren’t sure if there’d be enough to entertain both Archer (who has no interest in museums and the like) and Cady Gray (who could happily spend all day parked at some old library or art gallery). I started fantasizing instead about going to Atlantis in the Bahamas, because I’ve always wanted to visit the waterpark there; but we wondered if we’d get burned out on swimming and beach-combing after a day or two.

Everything fell into place when Donna’s parents asked if we could come visit them in St. Simons. Whenever we travel to coastal Georgia, we fly into and out of Jacksonville, Florida; and after a little bit of research we realized that we could take a Carnival cruise to the Bahamas out of the Jacksonville port, and could actually spend a day at Atlantis as one of the shore excursions. So we booked it. And we’re so glad we did.

Our expectations for the cruise were fairly modest. We were on one of the smaller, older boats -- the Elation -- and we knew that it had more limited amenities than some other Carnival ships. What we were looking for primarily was a vacation where nearly everything was included (at least after we paid extra for our unlimited bar privileges), and where the kids could roam fairly freely and safely while Donna and I sat in the 21 & Over spa and sipped cocktails. Plus we knew there was a decent waterslide into the pool on the main deck; and an arcade, a library, an art gallery, a few big stage shows, and a miniature golf course. We figured we’d find enough to fill the time. If nothing else, we could just read and play games.

What we hadn’t really counted on was the number of games that the cruise itself would run: trivia, board game tournaments, bingo, et cetera. Before we got on the boat, we downloaded Carnival’s “Hub App,” and after we boarded we started checking off all the activities we wanted to try. We went off on our own to play mini golf, ping pong, shuffleboard, bag toss, and air hockey; but we’d reconvene regularly at one of the ship-wide competitions (where we ultimately won four trophies and three medals). We settled into a pretty good groove: breakfast, games, lunch, swimming, more games, dinner, stage show, and then (for Donna and me) hitting the nightclubs for dancing.

In between all that, we still found time to sit and stare out at the ocean, and to read by the water with a tropical drink at the ready. We ended up doing a lot of activities together, but Archer also took off on his own to practice his mini golf (where he would always meet new people who’d ask him to join), and Cady Gray could always find a window where she could sit and just be.

We had some terrific family time, sharing experiences and in-jokes that will stick with us for years. One of our favorite pastimes was using the Hub App’s built-in chat function to keep in touch with each other, sometimes sharing a running commentary on whatever we were doing (even when we were together). We chose not to buy any of the available internet packages on the ship, so we had no email, no social media, and no text message service for nearly four full days. We relied on the Hub App to stay connected and updated. (I saved some of the best Hub App exchanges; I’ll put those in a separate post.)

I wish I’d taken more pictures when I had the chance. At Atlantis, we put our phones in a locker and had no real ability to take snapshots; but elsewhere we had our phones by our sides at all times, and I should’ve done better at documenting the ship. (Partly I was worried about running out of storage on my phone, since I had no access to any kind of a cloud where I could offload the photos.)

I especially wish I’d taken some shots of the wonderful people we met. Before the trip, Cady Gray was having trouble wrapping her head around the idea that we’d be going on a cruise to the Bahamas, because that sounded so glamorous and ritzy to her. I kept telling her that once she got on the boat, she’d see that the people who go on cruises usually aren’t rich folks, but are just ordinary people who save their money for years so that they can pack in as much fun as they can squeeze into a weekend. We got to know several cruisers fairly well, because we kept crossing paths at the same games. It helped that Archer won Hasbro: The Game Show in front of a big crowd on the first night, because for the rest of the trip vacationers and staff would call him by name and would stop and talk to us. On a ship with over 2000 guests, we kept feeling like we were walking through our own neighborhood.

So yes, a good time was had. I’ll share more in the next post, but I should warn everyone in advance that the next one is mainly to intended for Donna and I to preserve our text conversations with our kids, and may or may not be meaningful to anyone else. We think they’re pretty funny though.

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Prompt#1: Lull of the Forest (part 2)

The overwhelming pressure I typically feel inside the house appears to be gone and I’m not ready to leave this sanctuary so I roll onto my side to start scratching my fox friend behind the ears. The movement sends a couple flower petals floating down from my head. I reach up to find I circlet of entwined flowers perched on my crown. “Strange.” I intone sleepily. But then what it this forest isn’t? “I should probably give you a name instead of referring to you as ‘the fox’ all the time, huh? What do you think of... Fen?” The fox begins licking my hand in response and I take that as acquiescence. At this point, I notice a note on the nightstand, held there by my phone. I pick up the phone to see a message from Demeter saying that she would be staying the night in town and that she’d be back in the afternoon. I text a quick response back and grab the note. In a tall, narrow, curving script it reads, “Keep the cloak for protection. Darkness dwells deep within your abode- it would be wise to make this space your own. May the light of the goddess help you find your way.” Curiouser and curiouser. I feel as though whoever wrote the note is judging me for not erasing Dylan’s presence from the house. “I’m not sure how to make it mine,” I murmur. I haven’t felt like myself in years. There are times where I don’t even feel like a person anymore. I get up and leave the room to wander the house in consideration, leaving the door open for Fen.

What would I even do to make this place mine? I have my desk. I have my studio. Buying new furniture would be a waste- I actually like a lot of what was left behind. I could fill the place with books the way Demeter has with plants. Maybe I could take on some form of crafting. I could knit a couch cozy or something. On second thought I’ve always thought they were hideous. Ships in bottles? Challenging, requiring more focus than I’m capable of, plus what will my aesthetic be then? A pirate? I’m going to dress like a pirate now. A ship’s wheel on the wall. My bed needs a mast. Wait, how would that even work. “This is so stupid,” I mutter, clutching the sides of my head. While I would not mind the whole pirate chic look, that’s not me. I’ve never even seen the ocean. I make my way to the studio at the back of the house. The sliding door leading into my space is stuck shut and icy to the touch. What the hell? I decide to try heading outside in order to go around but the front door won’t open either. I can’t breathe. Panic digs its talons deep into my chest. The pressure in the air is back and stronger than ever. “That’s it. I’m burning this fucking house to the ground.” The aura of the house is so palpable and I feel as though it’s laughing at me. “You wanna play chicken with me, fucker?” I rush to the kitchen and start flinging paper towels everywhere. I know I need something more substantial but I’m at a loss. I make to light an entire roll with the stove but it won’t light. “You think this will stop me?” I cackle, completely mad, and pull a lighter out of my pocket. “I’m a stoner. You think I didn’t come prepared to fucking party?” I’m screaming at the house, only mildly aware of how insane I’m acting. I hear the sliding door slam open and am shaken from my state of mind. I head back to my studio to find the door open. I freeze when I see the canvas in the middle of the room. In the same sloppy handwriting as Dylan’s letter, I see in bold crimson paint: Man. You go zero to a hundred real quick. “Dylan?” No. Why me? The brush floats up from the pallette and begins to scrawl. The one and only. I’m glad you came, Riley. To say I immensely regret not burning the house down is a massive understatement of the grossest proportions. The lighter is still in my hand. It’s not too late. “Absolutely not. No. This is not something I can allow.” I did not sign up for this bullshit. The brush makes it’s way over to the paint and I back hand it out of the air before kicking the easel to the ground and stomping on the canvas. “Leave. Leave, now. I’m still ready to light this whole sucker up.” A pencil starts scribbling furiously on top of the sheathe of papers I keep on my desk. I don’t bother looking. I go back to my room, grab my phone, my wallet, the cloak, the fox, and my backpack before heading back to the studio. The pencil starts writing again but I continue to ignore it. Fen is making some seriously unhappy noises and baring it’s teeth in the direction of my desk. I throw open the back doors and leave, straight for the forest. I stop at the treeline to send Demeter a text. Me: Dylan has not left the building . D: what Me: He’s. Fucking. HauNtiNG. OUR. HOUSE. Me: I’m heading out. Let me know when you’re coming home and I’ll return. D: Where are you going? Me: The woods. Which, and I never thought I would say this, are safer. I’ve got Fen with me. D: Who is Fen D: And don’t go into the woods. Me: This chill little fox that’s been hanging with me when I’m working on stuff outside. I think They sent her to watch over us. She’s curled up in my hood rn. So. Cute. D: You’re already in the forest, aren’t you Me: Of course! =D D: Of course.

I can practically feel her roll her eyes through the text.

D: Just... Don’t do anything stupid Me: That reminds me. There are papel towels all over the kitchen floor. I’ll take care of it when I get home. D: I know I’m gonna regret asking how that happened but here I am. Please tell me it was a mischeivous vulpine. Me: That asshole tried to trap me in the house so I was gonna burn it to the ground. Dylan caved as soon as I pulled out my lighter. D: I wanna say that’s unreasonable and you know better but honestly D: I don’t think I can D: Don’t burn the forest down if you see something scary Me: The only thing I’m lighting up is my holy green Me: Anything scary is getting offered a joint. Maybe the things out here will have mercy on me if they’re high.

Demeter sent me another text but I don’t read it- I’ve found my way into a meadow and in its center is the basket I’ve been bringing gifts out with. I move the cloth out of the way to find the basket full of all sorts of strange thing. At the top is a note with the same elegant handwriting as what was on my desk. Wear me. O...kay.... I move the note aside to find a large orange crystal in a filligreed silver holster attached to a large leather loop. Beneath that is... A witch’s hat? It’s forest green velvet, matching the silk of the cloak I’m wearing. It’s quite a bit more squat than the costume hats I’ve seen and there’s a rust coloured feather sticking out of a matching band around the base of the hat. “Why not.” I put the crystal necklace on followed by the hat. “I have never felt so bad ass and so ridiculous at the same time.” Fen yawns in my hood. I pick up the basket and pull the rest out. More crytals that look like they could be exchanged with the one on my necklace. Two packages wrapped in brown paper containing a mysterious book with blank pages and... a deck of tarot cards? What, are They new age hippies? A green velvet satchel I hadn’t noticed before was still at the bottom. I pulled it open to see rune stones held within and then pull the drawstrings to seal it again. “Yep. The forest folk terrorizing the town are really just new age hippies. Now this is the gay agenda I always wanted.” I check the text Demi sent me.

D: Who knows? You do seem to have a penchant for getting what you want when you focus. I mean, you just played chicken with a haunted house and it blinked first. Then again, maybe he didn’t think a suicide pact was a romantic enough first date. Me: If I had died I would have turned the tables. Haunt him and kick his scrawny etherial ass. But listen, you’ll never guess what I found in the forest D: Oh god Me: I’ve been bringing food out in a basket and leaving it near the treeline. After a while it started returning with goodies in it. I just found it out in the forest and- hold on.

I take a selfie and then a picture of the rest of the trinkets before putting them away in my bag and attactching the basket to it. I send the pictures and then keep moving while I wait for her response.

D: You aren’t the new age witch they deserve but the one they need right now Me: Crazy right? Who would have thought They would be a bunch of hippies, killing off the conservative small town in a ploy to improve society as a whole-the gay liberal agenda I do deserve and definitely need right now. Me: Maybe they’re recruiting freedom fighters. I’ll go bitch slap some gun nuts in the face for fun, let alone a revolution. I wonder how they feel about guillotines. D: I’m always down for nazi punching and lopping off the heads of the bourgeoisie Me: Is it bad that I’m digging this look? It just feels so right. D: I wonder if they provide essential oils with the enlistment package; I don’t care for infusers but I’ve kinda always wanted to try making bath bombs since discovering the wonders of Lush

We continue our conversation as I wander further north. I feel more and more sets of curious eyes on me as I trek but sense no animosity. Eventually I reach a grassy knoll and sprawl out on it, staring up at the clouds as they drift by. Fen wanders off and I, for the third day in a row, fall asleep in a place that should terrify me. All manner of strange creature fills my dreams, but they are pleasant. In my final dream, the earth swallows me. I sink down into it, throwing down roots to grow into something more. Voices surround me but I am not concerned for I am safe in the earth’s embrace.

“He’s waking up.” Is the last thing I want to hear when I awaken, and anxiety crawls up my spine like a particularly large centipede, digging it’s many feet into my flesh. The first thing I see is a man leaning in way too close with bright green eyes, a cheerful expression, and a fiery halo of messy hair. “You know, for someone from the village, you sure feel comfortable falling asleep in the forest. This makes the third time I’ve had to carry you off to safety, Riley.” He was jovial and it was a little unnerving. “Not all of us are nice.” “I believe you have nice and kind mistaken, young man.” A woman with raven black hair and crimson eyes placed a slender hand on the man’s shoulder, pulling him out of the space he was encroaching on. I breathed a little easier now that my space wasn’t being invaded. “Who are you guys? Where am I? Wait. Are those... Fox ears?” “In order: we are fae of the Seelie court. I am Queen Sylairia and this is-” The man cut her off before she could finish. “You already know my name. These are definitely fox ears.” “Fen?” I ask, bewildered. “It’s Fenrir, but you were close enough.” “Wait, Fenrir, like the wolf in norse mythology?” I called him Fen because it was short for Fennec. “That’s the one.” “But you’re a faerie that shapeshifts into a fox.” “I fail to see the problem.” Sylairia rolls her eyes and continues, “You are in the royal quarters of our domain, more specifically Fenrir’s room- and yes. Those are indeed fox ears as Fenrir just said. I am glad to see you are so very observant.” She says drily. “So, you are the changeling that caught my son’s eye.” She looks me over disapprovingly. “Spending so long away from left you with something to be desired. Several things, you are lacking in, in fact. Tell me, boy. Who is your mother?” My face must have looked like a giant question mark because Fenrir spoke up. “I don’t think he knows, mother.” “You at least knew you were not human, correct?” “Uhh....” The queen lets out an exasperated sigh, turns, and walks out muttering under her breath. “That boy... there’s no accounting for taste.” “So, uhh. Question.” I say tentatively. “Shoot.” “Did you bring me this stuff?” I sit up, lifting my arms to gesture at myself. “Yeah. The cloak is spelled with protections. The crystals grant various boons as well.” “And the hat?” “+ 5 to charisma?” “What.” “I just thought it was a good lynch pin for the whole ensemble- aaand I was right. Consider me spellbound.” He grins at me and there’s a wicked glint in his eye. I throw the hat at his face, too flustered to respond, and he laughs as he’s putting it back on my head. “The sexy warlock look suits you- though I would switch out the clothes under it for something more...” he pauses, trying to think. “I retract that. I’d switch it out for something less.” He says with a wink. “Do I need to throw something heavier at you?” The look on his face says he’s about to dig his grave deeper but he reconsiders and changes the subject, avoiding peril. “You know, I sense strong magic in you.” “This better not be another pick up line.” “Ooh, I just came up with a good one- but no. Come with me, and bring your bag.” I eye him suspiciously. “I already have you in my bed; this isn’t another flirtation.” “Fair point.” I do as he asked and follow him out. “Where are we going?” “I’m taking you to High Witch Magdelena. She’s the best teacher one could hope for.” I’m about to ask more questions when my phone pings.

D: You better still be in one piece. Me: I’m alright. Boy do I have a story for you D: I’m about to head back to the house. Meet there? Me: Not yet. I might be in faerie hq rn D: Riley, get out of there. Me: Too late, getting magic lessons from a seelie high witch brb D: Wait, Seelie? Are you sure? Me: Faeries can’t lie, right? D: ... D: True. Do you think they’re gonna help you exorcise our douchebag of a ghost? Me: I hope so. They seem to think I’m a changeling. Either way, I think you should stay away from the house for now. I guess I’ll let you know when I’m on my way back? D: Be careful. Me: Nah, I think I’ll just bumrush this whole situation. Maybe light the place on fire. D: I know you think you’re joking but I’m betting you end up lighting it on fire Me: I didn’t light the house on fire. D: That’s the first time I’ve ever heard of you failing to set something ablaze Me: first of all how dare

I put my phone away just in time for us to stop at a large, ornate doorway. “Wait out here, I’m going in to talk to her first.” Riley says, cracking the door open and disappearing through it.

The Prompt Part One Next

#Lull of the Forest #writing prompt #part 2 #I wasn't planning on this being so long #i crack myself up #fiction #fantasy #my writiting #lgbt #faeries #haunted house #Riley is gonna fuck Dylan's ghost up #short story

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um not sure how specific should i be but? oikage meeting in their 20s and getting together? :'D it's my favourite thing T_T kageyama is in national team //cough// and not sure what oikawa's doing, could be in another team or he's studying/working in another field but they aren't angsty about things either way (bc we have that enough lmao). just cute healthy oikage T_T

lmao i have done so many fics on them getting together because this ship has so many possibilities on reuniting and loving each other !! I just love oikage!!! and yessss, healthy oikage 💯💯 thanks so much for the prompt!! 💖 (fic is under keep reading)

Despite common misconceptions, Oikawa was afan of going into supermarkets in the dead of night. He loved the overly brightfluorescent lighting of the store, the empty aisles of brightly coloredpackaging, the tired mother with her sleeping baby wrapped close to her chest,the sleep-deprived college student that was the cashier who often gave him freecoupons, everything about late night shopping was Oikawa’s aesthetic.

No one would try to make small talk about thebags accumulating under his eyes from too many all-nighters, people wouldn’tbother him as he picked up another bag of Epson salt and a couple of milkbreads for the days when volleyball kicked his ass hard, he was allowed to readsports magazines leisurely without being glared at by the strict manager, itwas perfect.

He hummed as he made his way to aisle twelve, left side,about five steps in, the last shelf. He bent down and reached for his go tobrand of medicinal cream for muscle fatigue when another hand grabbed his leastfavorite brand of Epson salt.

“Just for reference,” he started, not wanting to sound tooimposing, but the other person just hadto know. “That brand is terrible for people with sensitive skin, not to mentionthe smell is less than pleasant.”

“Oh…”

Oikawa glanced at the person’s shoes, worn out Nikes, trailingupwards, he saw a pair of form fitting sweats that emphasized strong calves andeven better thighs. He grabbed his ointment and stood up, offering the strangera pleasant smile that was ruined by his loud ‘geh.’

“Ah, Oikawa-san,” Kageyama blanched, his wide eyesdisplaying the shock that wasn’t present in his voice. “How are you?”

“I’m good,” he replied, eyeing Kageyama’s tiny basket thatwas filled to the brim with water, sport drinks, granola bars, and a singlemilk carton. “You?”

“Tired.”

The brunet raised his brows at the honest admission, pursinghis lips at the now visible slouched stance that Kageyama was in, as well andthe white sports tape that were wrapped around each individual finger

“How was camp?” Oikawa asked nonchalantly, grabbing a coupleof ace bandages and an extra ankle brace from the other side of the aisle. “Ah,I wouldn’t recommend that either.”

Kageyama paused at grabbing a different bag that labeledlavender infused bath salts and pointedly stared at him, eyebrows scrunched asif to determine if it really was Oikawa in front of him. “Camp was fine.” Hereached for another brand only to stop at Oikawa’s loud sigh. “Okay, which one should I get?”

“Let’s see,” Oikawa drawled out, scanning the shelves andnot finding the one he uses the most. “Oh, I guess they ran out.”

“Then it doesn’t matter right?”

“It does,” Oikawa muttered reaching out to grab medicinalbath oil that was almost as good as his favorite brand of Epson salt. “This ispretty good. I would advise you to use twice the recommend amount though.”

“Thanks?” Kageyama said, his voice lifting at the end as heread the bottle that was given to him.

“Don’t mention it,” Oikawa offhandedly replied, turning aroundand headed for the cash register, not even caring as to why Kageyama appearedbefore him. “See ya Tobio-chan.”

That’s probably the only con about walkinginto supermarkets that are open all day every day, Oikawa thought to himself asa cashier rang up his purchase, you’ll never know who you’ll meet.

Oikawa jogged inside the store, shaking off the suddendownpour from his clothes and hair, glancing around the empty store as hewandered in trying to find the things he was searching for.

Although chain stores usually had the same policies, thesame building structure, and the same items, the placement of these items wereusually different in each store and varied by city.

He sighed loudly as he went through the aisles once more,looking closer this time to find what he wanted. Finally finding the aisle heneeded to go into, he went towards the over the counter pain medicine area,trying to find the cheapest meds that would work just as well as doctorprescribed ones.

“Those are pretty weak, I suggest you pick these onesinstead.”

Oikawa looked to his right and there was Kageyama, drippingwet, offering advice on medication at three in the morning.

“Congratulations on your first match,” Oikawa offered inreturn, grabbing the brand that was recommended to him. “But I have to say,your serves were pretty weak.”

“I know.”

Oikawa tilted his head and frown at the sullen Kageyama,patting his shoulder when he passed by. “It was a joke Tobio-chan. You did verywell.”

He didn’t look back, because if he did he might have haveseen the dumbstruck face of his old teammate.

The sun was shining bright, the day was hot, the streetswere crowded, and Oikawa was not pleased. Of all days for his parents’ AC tostop working, it had to be the day when he popped in for a surprise visit intotown. He hurriedly went into the nearest shop, praying that they had the rightsize of screwdriver; they did, and waited in line.

“Oikawa-san?”

To say that Oikawa was pleased at hearing that voice wouldbe an overstatement. He could feel sweat forming between his fingers as he kepthis hand closed around the handle of the screwdriver. Licking his lips andrunning his free hand through his hair, he turned to face Kageyama.

“Tobio-chan, what a surprise to see you here.”

Simple pleasantries. After five times of meeting each other,it’s become a habit to speak first and think later.

“Is that alcohol I see?” Oikawa teased, smirking at Kageyamawho hid the bottles behind him.

“There’s a Karasuno get together later today…” He trailedoff, leaving the rest for Oikawa to imagine. “What are you doing here?”

“Visiting the family,” Oikawa replied, handing the cashierhis single item and handed him 2000 yen. “The rest will pay for his stuff.”

“You don’t have to-” Kageyama started, only to beinterrupted by Oikawa.

“I know. Bye Tobio-chan. Have enough fun for the both ofus.”

Oikawa sort of stop counting their encounters after the twelfthtime. It was similar to the snowball effect. Chance after chance, they keptmeeting, and somewhere in between they exchanged numbers, which led to them totalk more and to stop accidently meeting each other and start planning to meeteach other.

“Are you listening Oikawa-san?”

“Yeah yeah, something about cheesy pizza right?”

Kageyama huffed loudly and frowned, the screen glitchingslightly as he moved to grab something off camera. “You weren’t listening.”

“Sorry, busy typing up this report.” Oikawa mumbled, pushinghis glasses up as he glanced back to his word document. “Wow. You are beingincredibly noisy, what are you doing?”

“I was trying to find something I got for you, but I think Ileft it in my bag,” Kageyama explained, sitting back into his chair and made aface that slightly resembled a pout. “Did you get new glasses?”

“Nah, they’re spares. I broke my other ones.” Oikawa brisklyreplied, rereading what he just wrote, changing a word and then added a comma.“Oh, you glitched again.”

“Did I?” Kageyama’s mouth moved, and the audio followed twoseconds later. “This internet isn’t the best.”

“Clearly,” Oikawa joked, content with where he was at in hiswork and closed off the document after saving it multiple times. “What time isit over there?”

“9,” he answered, scratching his neck slightly. “I’m gonnahead to practice soon. You have a later class right?”

“Unfortunately,” Oikawa groaned, leaning back and rubbed hiseyes beneath his glasses. “I wish you were here to make your famous hot cocoa.”

“I wish I was there too.”

Oikawa stopped in his tracks, tilting his head at whatKageyama said. It wasn’t like him to respond like that. He would normally scoff or make an offhand remark about howdramatic Oikawa was being, but saying that,now that was weird.

“Crap,” Kageyama blurted, reading something off his phone.“The captain’s making an emergency meeting, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you laterOikawa-san. Bye.”

Before Oikawa could say his own goodbye, Kageyama ended thecall, leaving a very confused Oikawa behind.

“Red looks better on you,” Oikawa commented, leaning forwardto fix Kageyama’s skewered tie. “Has anyone ever told you that you wear toomuch black?”

“Occasionally.”

Oikawa nodded at that, and took a step back humming as heraked his eyes over Kageyama’s outfit. He slapped Kageyama’s hand away frommessing with his bangs, tsking softly as he reached forward to fix the sideswept bangs.

“You’re like a little kid,” Oikawa commented, flickingKageyama’s forehead as the younger male began to gnaw on his lips. “Nervous?”

“This is my first interview as being starter of the nationalvolleyball team. Safe to say, I’m a little nervous,” Kageyama admitted, closinghis eyes as Oikawa raked his fingers through his damp black hair. “Will youcome with me?”

“What?” Oikawa asked, nearly a shriek, but not quite. “Ah,that’s sort of short notice you know? Plus, I would have to take a shower, andI doubt I have anything good to wear. Not to mention I have my midterm tomorrow,which I know I’ll do fine in but I still have to study some stuff and-”

“If you don’t want to, you just have to say no,” Kageyamainterrupted, cheeks tinted pink at the drawn out rejection. “It’s not a life ordeath situation.”

Oikawa stopped his tirade of useless excuses, blinking twicebefore admitting that yes of fuckingcourse I would love to go and pleasestop smirking at me like that, ok it’s hard to admit that I would kill to meetall the members of the national team.

“Did you know that it’s been a year since we first met eachother?” Oikawa asked, busy wasting time on Facebook, scrolling past thememory from April that said guess who Imet at the supermarket…should I have asked for an autograph? lololol andshared another recipe that looked good enough to try out.

“Really?” Kageyama muttered, eyes focused on the tablet thatwas resting on Oikawa’s sprawled out legs. “So when did we officially gettogether?”

Oikawa huffed loudly, digging his heels into Kageyama’sthigh. The younger male hissed at that, glaring at his boyfriend with no realhostility.

“I’m heartbroken that you can’t remember. We definitely gottogether the day I found you aimlessly walking the streets after yourdevastating loss and invited you back to my place and watched you cry.”

Oikawa looked up from his phone, lips turning upwards atKageyama’s bottom lip jutting out in disappointment. Oikawa leaned forward, onehand on Kageyama’s shoulder and pressed his lips against his boyfriend’s.

“Wait, I’m sure it was when I invited you to one of my gamesbut you could only come to the after party and we ended up sleeping on the samebed in my hotel room.”

Oikawa could barely contain his laughter, as Kageyama lookedeven more putout at this statement.

“Oikawa-san, don’t tell me…you don’t know when we actuallygot together?”

“Oh please, of course I do,” Oikawa scoffed, rolling hiseyes as he kissed the tip of Kageyama’s nose, content with teasing Kageyamaenough for the day. “It was the day you came back from Italy. That was when Irealized our feelings were mutual.”

“Really?” Kageyama asked, his head tilted and mouth slightlyagape. “That was only a couple of months ago though.”

“Well, yeah…why do you look so upset?”

“Don’t laugh okay?” Kageyama mumbled, putting a hand to hisface to hide his embarrassment. “I’ve been telling people we got together afterour phone call when I was in China.”

“But that was in September..” Oikawa trailed off, groaningwhen he put the pieces together. “You mean the day I was wasted and told youthat you got hot and asked if you were single?”

“…Yes.”

“So the rumors of you dating a girl after you told areporter that you had a special someone were about me?” Oikawa watched asKageyama nodded his head quickly as if that would stop the bright blush spreadingover his neck and face. “And those videos of you staring lovingly into youphone from your teammates twitter and instagram accounts were because you weretexting me?”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Kageyama muttered, finally pullinghis hand away from his face to give Oikawa a playful shove.

“So that means,” Oikawa said, prolonging the last word.“That means, that you fell for me first!”

“Did I?” Kageyama asked, angling his head towards Oikawa ina confused fashion. “But you confessed to me first?”

“Tobio-chan,” Oikawa cautioned, “just because someone callsyou hot, that doesn’t necessarily mean they have romantic feelings for you.Hey, don’t give me that stare! I’m being serious here! I’ll seriously beworried if you think that someone calling you hot means they like you.”

Kageyama snorted at that, and got up from the couch,stretching from being in that same position for too long.

“If you don’t remember that’s fine.”

With those mysterious words, Kageyama sauntered into their bedroom,taking off his shirt as he counted the seconds until Oikawa would barge in andbeg him to tell him what he meant.

#@accidentalyandere #oikage #lizwrites #i hope you enjoy this!!#i got so carried away with this and had to delete a lot because it went down an angsty route #it also got way too long so i had to wrap it up an wow i realized i do not know how to end things properly lmao #but yes thank u for the prompt!!!#if u liked this then feel free to send more whoever or whatever lol

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Top 5 Best Guppy Food Reviews in 2020

Known scientifically as Poecilia reticulata, guppies are very popular among beginners in fish farming or fish farming.

They come in a variety of colors and subspecies and what most people love about them is that they can be quite active. However, with their growing population, you may need to feed them properly.

That’s why you might be looking for the best puppy food on the market. You’re in luck because, in this article, we’re going to go over some great guppy food suggestions, along with some tips on how to choose one.

After all, you can’t just compromise the nutrition of your fish and expect them to live long! You need to invest in quality foods to ensure a healthy life.

What’s the Best Guppy Food?

Here are our top picks for the best food for guppies:

TetraMin Plus Tropical Flakes

Made with a clear water formula, this packet of flakes will not cloud your water, unlike granules.

It also contains shrimp so your fish can taste natural flavors which are also nutritious.

The flakes come in a container which makes it easy to deploy in your aquarium without spilling.

Each container is at 2.2 ounces but you can also order other sizes which are available.

The flakes are individually strong and resistant so they reach your fish in one piece. For picky eaters, they may like the aroma and flavor of real shrimp in each of the flakes.

Include real shrimp

Has a natural flavor

The container is easy to use

Resistant flake design

Good for picky eaters

The packing may have some damage (depending on the lot you receive)

AF Tropical Fish Flakes

Like tropical flakes that come in a 1/2 lb. bag, this one is ideal for most tropical fish like guppies.

It comes in bubble wrap and ships in a rigid box so that it is protected during the shipping process (although a few small flakes may still settle). [19659002] It is packed with vitamins and probiotics to make your guppies healthy. Along with this, it is also 43% protein and includes various vegetables such as spirulina and kelp.

Since some flakes can be a bit large, they can be easily crushed if you want to feed smaller fish in the process.

Comes in a bag

Comes with probiotics and vitamins

Includes vegetables like spirulina and kelp

Can be crushed for small fish

You have to crush the bigger flakes

Hikari First Bites

Ideal for guppy fry, this one can be used in a nursery with live carriers as well as layers.

It is made from krill, dried seaweed and various other healthy ingredients. It contains 48% protein and also vitamins A, D3, E and ascorbic acid for healthy fish. Each pack is 10 grams or 0.35 ounces.

Since it has poor heat protection, it can keep vitamins and minerals intact even at higher temperatures.

Fish food can be given to your baby guppies in about 1/2 grams about 2-3 times a day, depending on the number of guppies you have.

Ideal for baby guppies

Comes in good packaging

Contains vitamins and nutrients

Contains protein

Ideal for nurseries

May be difficult to feed at first due to the powdery texture

Aquatic Foods Freeze-Dried Brine Shrimp Cubes

Made with a high protein content, this one uses brine shrimp as the main ingredient to make your fish healthier, especially breeding guppies.

It contains no additives, chemicals and preservatives, so your fish can be safe. It is available in sizes of 1/4 lb, 1/8 lb, 1/2 lb. and 1 lb.

Since it has a cubic design, it can be ideal for bottom dwellers and large fish. Guppy food contains vitamins A, D3, E and C as well as 50% protein, so it can be a great energy booster for them.

You can also crush the cubes in your fingers to make them easy to digest in general.

Available in various sizes

Packed with vitamins

Uses brine shrimp as the main ingredient

Rich in protein

Can be crushed for small fish

Can sometimes turn to powder when crushed

Cobalt Aquatics Tropical Fish Food

This fish food is intended for tropical species like the guppy and it comes in the form of flakes.

At 5 ounces per container (there are also 1.2 ounces and 16 ounces), it can help your fish’s gut health due to the inclusion of probiotics in the form of Bacillus sp.

It has a formula that does not cloud the water and therefore may be safe for your aquarium filter in general.

Because fish flakes are large, they won’t easily clog your filter. Among the ingredients of fish, flakes are crude protein, fish meal, shrimp meal, krill, kelp, etc.

Available in various sizes

Contains probiotics

Won’t clog your filter

Has a variety of ingredients

Sealed during transport

Could be in a small container for easier distribution

Things to consider before making your purchase

When choosing the best food for guppies, here are a few things you might need to know first:

What types of guppy fish food can I buy?

Fish feed, in general, has two types, such as the following:

Fish balls

These are usually very heavy in size and quality, so they could be an ideal source of nutrition for the dwellers of the slums.

The advantage of fishballs is that they can be purchased in the store because they are widely available. They may be better for those with larger aquariums and those with a lot of fish inside. They are generally rich in nutrients. Think of it as wet dog food versus dry dog food.

The downside to fishballs is that they cannot be easily broken down. If you have small fish this could be a problem as they can take a long time to swallow and digest them. They can also sometimes block the filter, so they may not be ideal if your filter is not too strong or intended for heavy use.

Fish flakes

Often in different colors, fish flakes are great for top swimmers and don’t easily clog your system. They have more colorful patterns and can be easily identified among other pet foods.

The advantage of fish flakes is that they can be bought anywhere. They are ideal for top swimming fish and also for babies and farmed fish, or little ones. Fish flakes can be crushed unlike solid granules. Most of them also don’t easily block or dirty your aquarium filter, reducing the hassle when cleaning.

The downside to fish flakes is that your fish may have a tendency to swallow air. They are also not very ideal for fish that are too slow to see what is on the surface. On some occasions, they can also get powdery and settle out during transportation, so be careful when purchasing them.

How can I make sure I’m ordering the right food for the guppies?

Here are the things to look for when choosing the best food for guppies:

How many guppies do you have? More guppies mean more mouths to feed with fish food.

What is the breed of guppies? Some species of guppies have a voracious appetite, so you can give them something special.

Are your guppies babies or adults? There is special food for guppy fry that is easily digestible.

What is the size of your tank? Small tanks may require food that can be easily digested and dissolved by the fish.

How is your tank filter? Make sure your food doesn’t clog your tank filter, especially if it’s not that powerful.

How can I feed the guppies?

To feed them, just take a pinch of either flakes or granules, then feed them about 2-3 times a day. Be careful not to overfeed them. The sign is when you see that there is still a lot of food lurking around the aquarium. Be careful and make sure your fish have finished the food and don’t give them too much to avoid clouding the aquarium water.

See more:

Top 10 Best Goldfish Foods Reviews in 2020

Top 10 Best Angelfish Food Reviews in 2020

Conclusion

To conclude, our top pick for the best food for guppies is the TetraMin Plus Tropical Flakes because it contains real shrimp, has a natural flavor and the container is easy to use. It should also be noted that it has a heavy duty flake design.

The flavor is good for picky eaters in general. While the packaging may have some damage (depending on the bundle you receive), this is a minor inconvenience and a case-by-case basis.

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